Was it a ridiculous worry? Yes, it was, and I can see that now. But, at the time, it kept me up. Try as I did to invite a peaceful slumber, sleep never came. I found myself wishing that Liam would cry for me so that in my mothering of him, I'd feel some comfort myself.
And then, during the Mercy Hour (which begins at 3 AM), I heard a little boy babbling. He was talking to someone, and he was not at all upset. The baby banter continued. I listened, and I smiled.
Finally, realizing that my prayer had come true, I happily got up out of bed to retrieve our sweet boy. As I entered his room, his arms were outstretched toward me, and I scooped him up to receive one of the most tender and loving embraces I've ever felt.
In that hug, I could feel that he was comforting me, not the other way around.
"Baby, how did you know that Mommy needed you?" I asked, in the darkness.
"Of course," I whispered. "Of course, Jesus told you."
And, as I sat down to rock him back to sleep, I believed it with my entire being.