Because without them, I wouldn't hear my son screaming like a drill sergeant at 5:30 am, "Mom-MEEEEEEEEE! Mom-EEEEEEEEEEE! Mummy! Mom! Mom! Mom-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Seriously, the day he stops yelling for me, waiting in his bed for me to get him, hugging me, and resting his head on my shoulder while I bring him downstairs.... That's the day my soul dies a little.
This morning every time I went to kiss his head he would intercept with a sugar for Momma.
So thanks baby monitors.
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