Sleep.
Sleep was such a precious thing these days in the McLoughlin household. Too bad Morgan rarely experienced it. Ever since the birth of their son, Ryan, Morgan has barely slept at all. On Tuesday, December 5th at 3:02am, Ryan Colin McLoughlin was welcomed into this bright, noisy world. The "little" guy weighed a whopping 10lbs 7oz. and had a full head of black hair.
Between running the Shop and governing a household of now 8, Morgan and Connor McLoughlin were stretched thin. With the new baby, mornings began at 5am and Morgan didn't get a break until all the children were shipped off to school. Luckily, winter vacation was just around the corner and Mommy would finally get some help during the day. Even with Molly there to cook and clean, life was just so hectic and busy and eventful.
Her internal maternal alarm buzzed and Morgan's eyes fluttered open. After a few exhausted blinks and yawns, she shifted to peek over her husband to look at the time. The red, eerie glow of the alarm clock on the nightstand read 5:09am. Morgan groaned and laid her head back down on the pillow, praying that the baby wouldn't wake up.
Minutes passed, time shifting from 5:09 to 5:21 " still no crying. Relief washed over Morgan"perhaps she'd get some extra sleep! Snuggling against her warm, sleeping husband, Morgan laid her head on his shoulder and idly rubbed her hand over his chest. A little trick she'd learned from all the years being married to the man; the gentle rubbing would rouse him from his deep slumber just long enough to put his arms around her. It was such a wonderful feeling; his arms around her. Burying her face to his skin, Morgan drifted blissfully back to sleep.
Until 6 o"clock, that is. She gave a start as little Ryan's cries echoed through the bedroom. No more sleeping for mommy. She slipped out of bed, quietly so as not to wake her husband, and padded over to the bassinette by the wall. Lifting the ten day old baby into her arms, Morgan carried him carefully over to the rocking chair on the far side of the room and sat down.
For the next fifteen minutes, Morgan watched the little tyke suckle away like there was no tomorrow. Even though it hurt like hell and she was exhausted, Ryan still managed to make his Mother smile. She gently caressed his soft, fuzzy hair with her fingers; singing softly to him in Celtic.
Looking down at the precious angel she held in her arms, Morgan realized something. Sleep was so much less important that this child. The tiredness" It was worth him being in their lives.
Sleep was such a precious thing these days in the McLoughlin household. Too bad Morgan rarely experienced it. Ever since the birth of their son, Ryan, Morgan has barely slept at all. On Tuesday, December 5th at 3:02am, Ryan Colin McLoughlin was welcomed into this bright, noisy world. The "little" guy weighed a whopping 10lbs 7oz. and had a full head of black hair.
Between running the Shop and governing a household of now 8, Morgan and Connor McLoughlin were stretched thin. With the new baby, mornings began at 5am and Morgan didn't get a break until all the children were shipped off to school. Luckily, winter vacation was just around the corner and Mommy would finally get some help during the day. Even with Molly there to cook and clean, life was just so hectic and busy and eventful.
Her internal maternal alarm buzzed and Morgan's eyes fluttered open. After a few exhausted blinks and yawns, she shifted to peek over her husband to look at the time. The red, eerie glow of the alarm clock on the nightstand read 5:09am. Morgan groaned and laid her head back down on the pillow, praying that the baby wouldn't wake up.
Minutes passed, time shifting from 5:09 to 5:21 " still no crying. Relief washed over Morgan"perhaps she'd get some extra sleep! Snuggling against her warm, sleeping husband, Morgan laid her head on his shoulder and idly rubbed her hand over his chest. A little trick she'd learned from all the years being married to the man; the gentle rubbing would rouse him from his deep slumber just long enough to put his arms around her. It was such a wonderful feeling; his arms around her. Burying her face to his skin, Morgan drifted blissfully back to sleep.
Until 6 o"clock, that is. She gave a start as little Ryan's cries echoed through the bedroom. No more sleeping for mommy. She slipped out of bed, quietly so as not to wake her husband, and padded over to the bassinette by the wall. Lifting the ten day old baby into her arms, Morgan carried him carefully over to the rocking chair on the far side of the room and sat down.
For the next fifteen minutes, Morgan watched the little tyke suckle away like there was no tomorrow. Even though it hurt like hell and she was exhausted, Ryan still managed to make his Mother smile. She gently caressed his soft, fuzzy hair with her fingers; singing softly to him in Celtic.
Looking down at the precious angel she held in her arms, Morgan realized something. Sleep was so much less important that this child. The tiredness" It was worth him being in their lives.