This morning I have finally gotten a little time to myself, so I think, nap? clean? blog?? I haven't blogged in FOREVER! So, I have the diapers in the wash (yup, we went cloth! all with the help and suggestions of L & HB.) and that's "cleaning" and well, Bean has been napping for a half an hour already so there's no chance of me getting a really decent nap in, so lets catch up...
Bean has been an awesome kid. What more could I ask for? She is happy, healthy, and sleeps through the night at only two months old... Wait. Hold that thought. She DID sleep through the night until she was about a week and a half from hitting 4 months old. I guess there's this theory of the 4 month wakeful period. I don't know that there's much science behind it but it seems to happen to a lot of babies around this time. They go from wonderful, perfect tiny humans who get themselves and mom into a wonderful, predictable schedule then BANG! out of nowhere they start waking up several times a night again and have a hard time napping. I guess the thought behind it is that they are learning and maturing so much that their brains essentially have a hard time shutting down. Much like many adults who worry about that big meeting in the morning or in my case, the safety of one's husband. So, here we go, back again to zombie mommy... I'm wandering around the house with my eyelids puffy, my contacts hardly ever put in, spit up on my shirt (because I'm too damn tired to wrangle with laundry), and oh yeah, did I mention, my resentment toward Hubby for getting to sleep 8, 9, 10+ hours EVERY night, uninterrupted. ...He still might get that smack to the belly at 2 am... But, how can I stay cranky when those blue-hazel-gray-maybe-they'll-be-brown, eyes look up, those chubby cheeks I just can't stop smacking on raise to make aforementioned eyes squint as tiny as her daddy's, and that gummy grin appears just for me. Simply because I looked over that crib rail and said "Good morning, Bean." I mean, let's be real here, all those nasty, cranky, crabby thoughts I had when I woke up at 11:30, 1:30, 3:30, and 5:30 (and not to mention its about 7:00 AM now) disappear. And then, I know that another day, I will make it on little sleep, the body is an amazing thing, (The "mom" body is the most amazing of all. Well, minus that jigglying poochy thing that's developed. Oh, yeah, and those... "love handles"... there's nothing to *love* about them...) and Bean and I will enjoy every last minute of it. (Until she has that screaming match with what I assume is teething pain.)
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