This may seem like just a normal picture of Payton’s room. However, this was taken at 5:00 a.m. the other morning. Notice anything? Yep, Payton is missing. Holy crap, someone stole our kid in the middle of the night!
Okay, no. Relax everyone, we did not lose our kid. Instead, Payton spent the night at grandma’s house. It made sense because Lindsey and I both worked midshift (until 7:00), then had to be back in at 6:00 a.m. So it would be stupid to bring Payton home, put her to bed, get her up and bring her back down. So she just spent the night.
This was the first time since January 5th, 2017 that the room was empty. Okay, not true. The first few weeks when Payton was born, she slept in our room in a bassinet. You get the point though. This was a big step. It also served a secondary function because we want her to feel comfortable waking up there since we are going to Nashville in November for work and we cannot bring our kid.
Payton does fall asleep at grandma’s house, usually when we work second shift and we pick her up at 11:00. It is probably my favorite thing to see the look on her face when she sees me after just being woken up to go home. She usually has that stupid, sleep smile, but it makes me happy every single time.
Anyways, you may be wondering how Payton did…well she was pretty much fine. We called her before bedtime and said goodnight, she was confused as to why the phone stopped playing “Baby Shark” and instead was Mommy and Daddy talking to her, but other than that, she was okay.
Me? Not so much. I thought it would be kind of cool to be kidless for a night. I could barely sleep. I tossed and turned all night long, when I finally did fall asleep, it was like 3:00 a.m. and I woke up an hour later. I slept for maybe two hours total. It was horrible. Lindsey on the hand snored as usual (although she did keep waking up too).
Even Samson missed her. Most mornings he will go into her room and just roll around on her floor (usually followed by me running in after him to prevent a wake-up). That morning he went in and sniffed her crib and looked at me as if to say “where she at?” I like to think he was sad. Or perhaps he was feeling a sense of elation to finally be rid of that little demon that jumps on his back, takes his treats, and pulls his hair.
