This is what my husband kept saying during my whole pregnancy when
referring to the birth of our second child. He was referring to the
nights of staying up till the wee hours of the morning with a fussy baby
and generally everything that comes with having a child. At the time I
scoffed. After all, we were more experienced, more used to taking care
of children, surely better at managing our time and getting to bed
early... Yet, here I sit at 6am. I went to bed at 10:15 last night,
woke up at 12:30 to nurse, and have been up since 3am with my 4 week old
son. My daughter intermittently cries out from the bedroom in her
sleep. Transitions have never been easy for her and this night time
transition with a new baby has been especially hard. I am afraid she is
missing a lot of sleep as well and I am not sure what to do about it. I
keep telling myself this is only a short phase of life in the grand
scheme of things. There will be a time when we can all sleep peacefully
again and I won't have this exhausted-past-the-point-of-feeling-tired
and jangly-raw-nerves feeling anymore. It helps me get through the day
and keep moving forward, even when I feel like yelling at the world or
simply giving up and taking refuge in my bed. Otherwise, the weather is
getting colder and I am liking the feeling of snugness in our little
apartment these days. Now if only it would magically clean itself I
could relax...
