I awoke this morning to Declan’s whimpering cries and glanced at the alarm clock. It was 5:50-something. Ah crap. This could go either way, I thought. Usually if he wakes up around 6am to eat, he’s up…there’s no going back down. If it’s closer to 5am, then he’ll go back into his crib and sleep for another couple of hours. In my perfect world…the day does not start before the clock says at least 7 something. Even though my logic tells me that he’s had close to 11 hours sleep (not straight, mind you), and his body probably feels like it’s done with the whole sleeping thing. It was a groggy awakening. Have you seen 6am Tammy? Yeah, you probably don’t want to. After coming to (a little bit), I realized there were 4 ‘used’ bottles from the night. What?! You are 11 months, baby boy…mama is getting a bit tired. That said…we have had better nights lately, but then we revert to waking up every couple of hours…and I feel it again. My body has been teased into fewer wake-ups, so this feels like a bad joke. It’s almost worse than when I was used to it a few months ago and programmed for it. The funny thing…if someone asked me to wager a guess at how many bottles there should have been this morning, I would have bet lots of money on 3. As much as I try, I cannot remember feeding him between when he woke at midnight and then again just before 6:00. Reminds me of that time I found myself ‘waking up’ from his cries while standing in the kitchen prepping a bottle. Three cheers for sleep deprivation!
Now that kind of sounds like a rant; ‘oh woe-is-me’. Which, I guess in a way, it is. But honestly…I might miss my sleep, but I love the baby stage. Love it. And to be given a baby who (physically) will be more dependent a bit longer than the average kid? I guess I am the mom for the job. I still feed and cuddle him to sleep. The fact that he can still curl up and tuck those little legs into my chest and belly, while sinking his heavy, low tone, body into mine? Heaven. With the cards I’ve recently been dealt, he will likely be my last baby. And with time flying by in an instant these days, the fact that I get to savour it a bit longer is just freaking amazing.
So sign me up. Keep waking up…I might dread it when the clock says 5am, but really…does it get any better than the unconditional love returned by these little human beings who are utterly dependent on us for such a short period of time?
Our day got infinitely better after baby boy had an almost 4 hour nap during the morning and I ‘napped’ on the couch for a bit too. A couple cups of coffee later, and we were good to go.
Some fresh air was good for us all this afternoon.
Yeah, didn’t think so.
Crabby apples (hey, kind of like me this morning 😉 ).
And this guy? Harder to take photos of, but happily snuggled in with me.
He decided to have another little snooze. This mama thinks something’s up. I think we have another tooth on the horizon.
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