Then around 4 am I hear loud whispering coming from the bathroom. Carter's on the potty and has lots to tell me. He didn't quite make it in time and needs some cleaning up... I help him out and decide his underwear can just go in the garbage and a bath is needed. We quietly draw a warm bath and I gather up some toys for him to play with. I explain that accidents happen sometimes. It's ok.
I am so glad I am the mom, as I just don't see hubby being this gentle in the middle of the night. (Honestly Carter would still be sitting on the potty if it was all up to Daddy. It takes a lot more than a whisper to wake him up!)
I feel grateful for the little middle of the night time I had with Carter. I was blessed by the look of relief in his eyes when he saw me tend to his need, telling him it was ok and that accidents happen. I could see, in his big brown eyes, that he knows his Mommy loves him.
It's also rare to get complete uninterrupted one-on-one time with each of my little guys, so even if it was 4 AM, I didn't care.
I got my middle man back to bed and I tried to go back to sleep myself. Just wasn't happening. I got up, did some knitting, laundry, and pilates. I enjoyed the quiet house as everyone else was sleeping. Already a great start to my day. I got to see the night turn into morning. Quite beautiful.