|A morning with Mom|
Life here has been mostly the same as it's been for the last 2.5 months this last week (baby, baby, eat, sleep, baby)— minus the fact that Mr. C changes with every day. One day he's swiping at the toys swinging above him, the next he's actually grabbing them. One day he's sticking out his tongue at us, the next he's blowing spit bubbles. One night he's up every 3 hours, the next he's sleeping in 6 to 7-hour stretches through the night. Today, no joke, he actually almost rolled over. Whether or not it was intentional can be left to the imagine, but this mama is believing that deep down he knew what he was doing.
They say babies teach you patience and flexibility. Oh goodness is it true. If any of you have ever encountered me in person, you know I'm not really patient, or good with change. Tests of either usually result in a frustrated, agitated, not pleasant person. But, with a baby, those emotions aren't really an option — that or you have to mask them really well.
For the first few weeks of C's life he was schooling me. Schooling me in the fact that he's not going to be consistent and that if I was going to remain sane in the coming years I better get used to it. And, I'm proud to say that I think I'm finally learning the lesson. When he sleeps 7 hours straight one night, I most definitely don't expect it to happen the next night... because it usually doesn't. When he takes a three-hour nap one afternoon I don't expect it to become the norm, because it usually never does.
Do I still wish staying asleep was an option when I hear C crying from the other room at 3 a.m. instead of 6:30 a.m.? Well, sure. But, that emotion is incredibly overshadowed by my extreme desire to get up and make sure he's OK, whisper to him, change him, nurse him and rock him back to sleep. Then I go back to bed, very satisfied with the fact that I've met my baby's needs and that he feels safe... and OK not knowing how much sleep I'll get this time :-)
And it's nice to have been taught that sometimes in those moments when you're about to lose it because you've tried to put him down 5 times, swearing he's asleep, only to have those eyes pop wide open the minute he his the bassinet, that if you let them unfold, those moments can lead to even better ones. They lead to the hours of unexpected cuddle time you didn't know you needed or to the giggle you just needed to hear. It's crazy how sometimes those kiddos just seem to know what Mommy needs better than she does.
|An unexpected moment of cuddle time in the morning...|