My beloved mother-in-law used to be amused during her visits by the nighttime activity at our house! She found it interesting that where (which bedroom) we went to bed was usually not the same as where we woke up!! When the kids were under 10 or 11 years old, they occasionally would get up in the middle of the night and crawl in bed with us. The first one up was usually Shahdi. Both Mehrdad and I loved to have the kids over, even though sometimes it was hard to fit four people in our bed! As the kids grew bigger and took more bed space, something or someone had to give! Therefore, after the kids would join us, either Mehrdad or I would get up and go to a vacant bed in another room! Sometimes we were followed a short while later by the kids! At times it was hilarious, but at other times when we needed a good uninterrupted sleep on a work or school night, it was exhausting! I loved snuggling in bed with little Shahdi. She looked and slept like a small angel. However, as the angel grew bigger and stronger, it became a little harder to sleep next to her because occasionally as she was tossing and turning in her sleep, you would get hit in the face or head with one of her arms or hands!! Or, you could get hit on the side by one of her knees! Thus, that is when the amusing rotating-beds ritual started at our house!
Shahdi had not crawled into our bed in years, and I truly missed having the opportunity to be only inches away from her, looking at her beautiful face as she was sleeping peacefully. The closest I came to watching her in her sleep was after she returned from Hawaii in early November 2013. One day when she was suffering from PMS, I took her some Advil and a heated bean-bag, sat next to her as she was lying on her bed, and caressed her hair as the heat and the medicine were working their magic. I continued sitting by her while leaning back on the wall for a long time after she had fallen asleep, looking at her calm face and admiring her beauty. She truly looked angelic. It was hard for me to get up and leave her because I knew moments like that were scarce and I might not get a second chance in a long time. The thought never crossed my mind that I would never ever get a second chance. How unpredictable life is indeed!
20 weeks today….You are so loved and missed my darling girl..RIP.
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