It is 2:37am, and there is a humming glow coming from the monitor propped up next to me. I hear baby girl moving in her sleep. She scooches herself towards the end of the crib, sticks her thumb in her mouth, and with her other hand gently strokes her own head until she settles back down into sleep. I love being able to see her in these peaceful moments.
We have one of those new high tech monitors with a camera and video display (Levana Astra). It allows you to control the camera to look around the room, play music, or even speak soothingly to your child, from the comfort of your living room sofa (or if you would like to be like my husband, you can speak into the monitor as if it is God speaking from the Heavens).
Sometimes when I sneak a peek at her, she looks so dreamy and peaceful, it’s as if she is about to float away on a cloud:
But other times, I look and see this:
I mean, what is she doing here? Is she trying to scare the life out of me? That is one creepy sleeping position, my dear.
Too many a night, I have found myself gazing at the monitor for way longer than necessary. Often trying to make sure baby girl is still breathing, but other times I find myself waiting to see some sort of paranormal activity. I’ll nudge my husband, waking him from slumber to look at an orb of light in the corner of the screen, only to remember that it is merely the night light.
Sleep deprivation can really play tricks on your eyes, and sometimes it literally feels like I’m living in one of those “Paranormal” movies, which I have never seen, but I have seen the commercials, and that is enough to get my imagination working…
Don’t get me wrong, I actually really love this monitor. It gives me so much peace of mind, and I would recommend it to any new mama out there. It’s my own imagination that I can’t handle.