Friday night marked the end of about ten nights straight of really crappy sleeping in our house. William had a phlegmy cough that turned into congestion, a poor appetite, and about 4 hours of sleep per night, maximum. One or two days of dealing with this would not have been a big deal, but ten just about did me in.
If there is a silver lining to every cloud, this one would be the snuggling and the reaffirmed knowledge that yes, even though he is getting to be a big boy, he still needs me. Also, being up all night sick means sleeping in, and I was able to get some cute pictures of him sleeping in the daylight, which usually doesn’t happen.
Seeing him all snuggly with some of the big bed quilts reminded me that the quilt I made him when he was a baby… my first ever finished quilt… is getting ratty from all the washing, and it’s time for another. He whines and is unsettled if this quilt isn’t in his bed, and he is visibly happy when he is covered up with it to sleep. This always makes me smile, and it is affirmation that the hours put into making something special for William are most definitely worth it. This is why I quilt.
Using a string quilt on Instagram as inspiration for the pattern, I pulled some fat quarters of blue and off-white from my stash, and picked up a couple yards of off-white for contrast. This quilt will be sized to fit in his crib/toddler bed and I really hope he likes it as much as his current favourite.Not that I need another quilt on the go- there are two in various stages, a pillow to finish and lots of knitting to be done before Christmas, but this seems somehow more important, because it’s for him.