That "Oh Shit!" Moment
That moment.
When you've made noise. Dropped a piece of cutlery, or your phone. Flushed the toilet. Turned the TV on and the volume is up loud. Clinked some glasses while putting them in the dishwasher.
Your body tenses. Your heart skips a beat. You freeze.
Waiting.
Listening.
A million thoughts scream in your brain, racing through in a split second.
"Oh Shit! Shit! Damn! Fuck!"
"Dammmit to hell!"
"Stupid fucking clumsy-ass idiot"
"Bloody Dave, put your freaking shoes away!"
The predominant thought screaming louder than all the others...
"Please don't wake up, please don't wake up, please don't wake up!"
And then you hear it...
"Wah!"
"Maybe she won't wake up properly" you think.
But no. "Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Waaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
"Oh Shit! Shit! Damn! Fuck"
"Damn you Dave, this is all your fault" (The fact he's not even here is a minor detail)
You race in to comfort the formerly peaceful, sleeping child. Praying, wishing, hoping against hope that she'll drift straight back off to sleep.
No such luck.
And thus begins the countless counting...
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When you've made noise. Dropped a piece of cutlery, or your phone. Flushed the toilet. Turned the TV on and the volume is up loud. Clinked some glasses while putting them in the dishwasher.
Your body tenses. Your heart skips a beat. You freeze.
Waiting.
Listening.
A million thoughts scream in your brain, racing through in a split second.
"Oh Shit! Shit! Damn! Fuck!"
"Dammmit to hell!"
"Stupid fucking clumsy-ass idiot"
"Bloody Dave, put your freaking shoes away!"
The predominant thought screaming louder than all the others...
"Please don't wake up, please don't wake up, please don't wake up!"
And then you hear it...
"Wah!"
"Maybe she won't wake up properly" you think.
But no. "Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Waaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
"Oh Shit! Shit! Damn! Fuck"
"Damn you Dave, this is all your fault" (The fact he's not even here is a minor detail)
You race in to comfort the formerly peaceful, sleeping child. Praying, wishing, hoping against hope that she'll drift straight back off to sleep.
No such luck.
And thus begins the countless counting...
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Comments
Great post Kylez x
It was drilled into me by then to not minimise the noise, to make sure it was a normal noisy, busy household around my new baby.
Now both mine can sleep through anything (though at 13 and 14 teenage sleep-through-jackhammers standards may apply).
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