Momlestia - Ten Years: Sleeping Through the Night

>You are Princess Celestia.
>And you are currently trying to sleep.
>You woke up roughly an hour ago and have been tossing and turning ever since.
>You are most certainly tired and exhausted, but you are still unable to drift off and pass into the land of nod.
>Hesitantly, you open your weary eyes and gaze up at your sister’s moon through the window.
>Based on its position you only have a few hours left before you need to raise the sun.
>Where did the night go?
>You turn and look at the crib in your room.
>He’s normally up by now.
>Guess your body has adapted to predict being up at this time too.
>You smile thinking about him.
>Your son.
>The thought still makes you feel warm inside.
>It’s been several months since you found Anonymous in the garden and took him in as your own.
>Apart from being generally exhausted from taking care of him at night and when you are done with your daily duties, you couldn’t be happier.
>You never knew how much you wanted, and for that matter needed to be a mother.
>Anonymous filled a part of you that nothing else ever had and you doubt ever will.
>True, you were a princess to countless ponies throughout Equestria, as well as a teacher and mentor to a select few gifted ponies.
>But to Anonymous, you were all those things and more.
>You did so much for your little ray of sunshine, but it was all worth it when you look at his smiling little face.
>Or when he giggles that cute little laugh of his.
>Your heart melts a little just thinking about it.
>Still smiling, you close your eyes and lower your head back down to your pillow.
>Might as well try to get some sleep while you can.
>Morning is going to come sooner than you think.
>And Anonymous is being such a good little colt for you by being so quiet.
>He hasn’t needed a bottle or to be changed since you laid him down last night.
>In fact, you haven’t heard a peep out of him in hours.
>Not one… single…
>…
>You should go check on him.
>Your covers are enveloped in your magic and quickly pulled off.
>You get out of bed and walk over to his crib.
>Oh please be alright, please be alright, please be alright.
>Peering over the top of the railing, you see your son’s sleeping form.
>You inadvertently let out a sigh in relief.
>He’s fine.
>So long as he’s okay, that’s all that matters.
>You wearily place your head on his crib railing and continue to look at him.
>How could something so small change your life in such a big way?
>You can’t remember the last time you actually slept through the night.
>But you wouldn’t trade what you have for anything in Equestria.
>As you continue to stare at him, you’re unsure if you’re seeing him breathing or not.
>You start to have a bit of a panic attack.
>Calm down, calm down, it’s probably just the lighting.
>Or the blanket.
>Of course, that has to be it.
>In this lighting and with the blanket on his chest, all of that just hinders your ability to see his chest moving up and down with each breath.
>But then why can’t you hear him breathing?
>…
>Better take a closer look.
>You lean down, putting your head in his crib and look closer at his chest.
>Unfortunately, you still can’t tell if he’s breathing or not.
>That’s okay, that’s alright, it’s probably just the way the blanket is draped against his body is all.
>You tilt your head to the side and put your ear near his face.
>And you hear…
>Nothing.
>That’s alright, he’s probably just taking very light shallow breaths.
>That’s good, because it means he’s not congested.
>Also he isn’t snoring, so that-
>Oh who are you kidding?
>You need to make sure your foal is alright.
“Anonymous…”
>You whisper.
>You wait for a response but he doesn’t give one.
>Panic is really starting to set in now.
“Anonymous… are you awake?”
>You whisper a little louder and lightly brush his cheek with your muzzle.
>He immediately squints his already closed eyes and makes a sour face while mildly groaning.
>Again you sigh in relief.
>He’s fine, he’s alright, he’s-
>”mmmmMMMAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH… WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”
>…Crying
>You suppose you asked for this though.
>You lift him out of the crib with your magic and bring him face to face with yourself.
“Shhhhhhhhhh… Shhhhhhhhhh… It’s alright my little prince, you’re okay, mommy’s here, mommy’s here.”
>You say trying to calm him down.
>It seems to have worked because he stopped crying.
>He opens his eyes and looks at you, his lower lip still quivering and threatening his return to tears.
>You smile a big open mouth smile at him which he almost immediately tries to duplicate with a giggle.
“Mommy’s sorry for waking you my little one. How about I get you changed and give you a bottle, would you like that? Yeah, would you like that?”
>You say still smiling.
>He giggles again at your excitement and starts to fidget and kick his legs while still being held in your magic.
>You carry him over to his changing table and start to undo the snaps holding his outfit together.
>You had his clothes custom made by some of the premier designers in Canterlot.
>They were fashioned after the clothes he was wearing when you first found him.
>Without fur, he needed extra protection from the cold unlike other fillies and colts.
>So he wore some form of clothing almost constantly, and probably always will unless his species takes a longer time to develop fur.
>You change him out of his wet diaper and into a fresh one.
>You can’t help but feel spoiled with your magic and have a newfound respect for Earth Ponies.
>You didn’t envy anypony who has to change a diaper with their mouth.
>Snapping his clothes back together, you lift him off the changing table and carry him back to your bed.
>You lay down and have him sit next to you with his back against your side.
>He moves his arms to try and play with your mane, eliciting a giggle from you.
>Closing your eyes, you concentrate and teleport a full bottle from the royal kitchen to you.
>Anonymous notices the bottle and starts to reach for it.
“Ah-ah-ah my little prince, mommy still has to warm this up for you.”
>You say while nuzzling him.
>You start to cast a heat spell to warm the bottle’s contents.
>When your spell has successfully done its job you lower the bottle into his eagerly awaiting mouth.
>While he suckles, you cheerfully watch him and start humming.
>Occasionally he babbles around the nipple.
>He quickly finishes his meal.
“Goodness, looks like somepony was hungry. Yes he was.”
>You say while wiping any excess milk off his lips, chin and cheeks.
>You smile while magicing him to your shoulder and begin to burp him.
>Once he has been properly burped you walk with him back to his crib and lay him down.
>His eyes are starting to flicker and you can tell he is in a losing battle with sleep.
>He only needs one thing to make completely drift off.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”
>You begin to sing while lightly rubbing the side of his head with one of your wings.
“You make me happy, when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you…”
>You notice his eyes have completely closed at this point.
“Please don’t take my sunshine away…”
>You ever so carefully bend down and lightly kiss his forehead.
“Sleep tight sweetheart, mommy loves you.”