Last night, SB threw up. My yougest daughter stays up later than us, and if she hears him wake up, she will go resettle him (his bedroom is on the ground floor and the rest of us are upstairs), give him his pacifier, whatever. Last night, she hollered up the stairs that he threw up. Hubs and I stumble downstairs, remake his bed, get him a drink, clean him up and change PJ’s. Then, Dozer does an amazing thing. She says, “Here Mom, I’ll rock him back to sleep. You go back to bed.” 

My heart, it’s all melty.