Normally, Adam doesn’t do a lot in terms of routine baby care. I change 90% of diapers, and do all feedings except the 11:00pm one, which he does, and the 11:00pm diaper change, which he does. Everything else is me, or a combination of me and Adam.
Last night, karma decided it was time Adam did some real baby-caring work. So when he woke Widget up to feed him at 11, Widget did not go back to sleep. Instead, Widget cried for 2 hours straight. When I finally came down at 1am (I’m a heavy HEAVY sleeper without a baby monitor), the lights were out, Adam was wearing his gun earmuffs to block noise, and Widget was swaddled next to him, crying. Adam had tried everything, and Widget wouldn’t relax. I offered to take him, and Adam let me. Normally, he’ll complain that I never let him do anything to comfort Widget, but this time he’d been worn down to a shred of his normal self.
As soon as I pick Widget up, he stops crying. Before my feet hit the stairs to take him up to bed, he’s asleep. The stairs are 5 feet away. Adam’s response? “Really? What the hell. REALLY?”
Oh yes, karma came to visit last night, and I think I might like her more than Santa.