I heard Isabelle cry out through the monitor. But as quickly as it went on, it clicked off. The words of her pediatrician sailed through my head: “Teach her you come when she’s calm.” I should go upstairs now.
I saved my work on the computer, closed my office door, and climbed the stairs. I entered her room and saw her eyes looking back at me. She looked sleepy. She didn’t seem to want to get up so I sat down beside her crib. I turned my arm to the side and shimmied it through the slats. I rubbed her back and stroked her hair. Soon she went back to sleep.
I listened to my daughter’s breath. I admired her smooth skin. I savored her peacefulness. it isn’t always going to be this simple, I thought. Right there and right then I wanted to freeze time.
Suddenly, Isabelle’s foot moved. And then I heard Violet the Dog’s voice: “Two minutes of bedtime music. Snuggle up, Isabelle.” Her eyes popped open at the sound of her stuffed dog. I smiled at her and she giggled. I giggled too. And before I knew it, the two of us were laughing as her silly dog played it’s bedtime music.