sleepless nights causes me an agonizing headache.. incessantly yawning.. my eyes teary.. oh! i’m so ready to drop dead in bed..

my son’s not a cry baby.. in fact, he’s the exact opposite.. he would just play inside his crib.. and just whimpers softly when he’ll ask for milk., or need to change his nappy..

i’m so blessed to have a good baby boy..

so why the sleepless nights?

i wanted to be with him when he’s awake.. or be around when he needs something.. whenever he asked for food, or already uncomfortable from his wet diaper..

i even have all sorts of paranoia.. what if he chokes or bumps his head when i am not around? what if insects crawl, or mosquitoes bite?

he still can’t talk., all he does is babble.. He calls out mama when he’s hungry, or sleepy.. and yells papa when he’s in the mood to play peek-a-boo, or wanted a game of wrestle, with his father., . but how would i know for sure what he means when he says bababa, gaga., ah-goo..? that would, of course, mean something.. i could only guess from the tone of his voice, and facial expression if he’s happy, hurt, or scared..

i even have this weird thought of my nightmares if my child’s kidnapped.. if wicked witches are true., and out to steal babies.. or in present reality, where bad people abducts children and sell them to white slavery, or merely for a murder.. or if TomCruise’s WarOfTheWorlds movie comes real..

maybe i’ve just seen too many movies, or news on TV., and even episodes of kidnapping crimes in Discovery Channel, or CSI..

*****

Angel of God., my Guardian dear.. to whom his love commits me here..

ever you stay, be at my side.. to love and guide..to rule and guard..

amen..