it was late. the kidley-winks were long since asleep. i closed my laptop, and snuggled in under the blankets.
asher was asleep beside me.
so, i put my arm around him. and i felt his heart beat.
i paused, caught up in the wonder and the miracle of those little lub-dubs. and then it hit me...
not tachy. not fast.
but faster than his usual overnight pulse.
i counted for a minute.
73 beats per minute, and he's set at 70.
73 beats per minute. just slightly faster, but oh how amazing those 3 beats were.
because his heart was beating on its own.
which happens, i know.
which happens rarely, i also know.
his heart was beating on its own.
"ok, buddy, it's time to get ready for bed."
"ok, mommy!" and he tossed the lego batman aside, and scooped up Mousie, Stripsey, and Princess Fluffy.
he loves those little stuffies.
carries them everywhere. they're a little family, those little stuffies. and he takes care of them.
they were snuggled in the crook of his elbow while he stood up.
"asher," i said.
"you sure do love those stuffies, don't you?"
"mhm. they're a little family, and they love each other."
"asher," i said.
"you have a lot of love in your heart."
"you're going to make a great daddy one day."
"i'm the stuffies' daddy."
asher will make a great daddy one day.
bram is reading to asher before bedtime.
there's a beeping sound.
"what is that sound?" i ask.
"it's the thermometer," asher said, handing it to me. "what does it say?"
i look at it. "did you use it?"
"where did you have it?"
"in my underpit."
"let's try it again, ok?"
i smile, to reassure him.
to reassure myself.
he doesn't feel cold to the touch. but he's snuggled beside me tonight, even though it's not his turn.
just to be on the safe side.