I love him more when I get sleep
Our son provided us with a fantastic 4-year wedding anniversary gift: he slept 8 hours in a row. TWICE. And the day before, did 6 and then 4. AMAZING.
He is 8 weeks old today, and I have been enjoying him more and more. However, as I said to my husband, I kinda love him more when I have gotten a good night's sleep.
Now, do not go calling child protective services on me. I love him all the time. But I feel more "in love" with him when I am well-rested. Sorry, it is true, and I bet you other parents out there know what I am talking about. Being a parent is simply easier when you have the energy to give to them - especially at the infant stage where, let's face it, they cannot give all that much back.
I mean, I did not even mind him getting up at 6:30 in the morning because I had slept since 10:30 p.m. He wants to get up at the butt crack of dawn? No problem! Just so long as he was not up two or three times before then. He wants to spit up down my nursing bra and explode out of his diaper as the sun is creeping over the horizon? I have a smile on my face because I slept.
I think of celebrities in times like these. You see them looking all happy and content and snuggling their little ones. No bags under their eyes. You know why? Because they don't take care of their babies at night, someone else does. Someone else gets up at 12:30 and 3:30 to feed and change them while mommy and daddy are in another wing of the house dreaming champagne dreams. Us mere mortals have to shake off sleep, trudge to the nursery, pick up a 14 lb dead weight, and try to avoid random bodily fluids while not tripping over previously discarded wet clothing.
And when you have a stretch of 8 or 9 hours where that does not happen... it is like being on top of the world. I want to snuggle him even more because I have not seen him for that long. My neurons are firing enough that I am capable of playing with him. I don't think to myself over and over again, "Please sleep. Please, please sleep." I want to go for a walk. I want to take him out and about. Heck, I want to dress him in something other than footie pajamas. I even want to dress myself! Sleep makes a world of difference.
So, I am thankful to our kiddo for giving us such a nice present.
Last night, he was up twice. Sigh.
I still love him though, and getting two nights of sleep is like seeing the light at the end of an 18 year long tunnel. At least we know a) he can do it and b) he probably will do it again. We know it might not be soon, but we can hope. We just have to be the best sleepy parents that we can be until we can be the stellar awesome parents we know we are when we are rested!
He is 8 weeks old today, and I have been enjoying him more and more. However, as I said to my husband, I kinda love him more when I have gotten a good night's sleep.
Now, do not go calling child protective services on me. I love him all the time. But I feel more "in love" with him when I am well-rested. Sorry, it is true, and I bet you other parents out there know what I am talking about. Being a parent is simply easier when you have the energy to give to them - especially at the infant stage where, let's face it, they cannot give all that much back.
I mean, I did not even mind him getting up at 6:30 in the morning because I had slept since 10:30 p.m. He wants to get up at the butt crack of dawn? No problem! Just so long as he was not up two or three times before then. He wants to spit up down my nursing bra and explode out of his diaper as the sun is creeping over the horizon? I have a smile on my face because I slept.
I think of celebrities in times like these. You see them looking all happy and content and snuggling their little ones. No bags under their eyes. You know why? Because they don't take care of their babies at night, someone else does. Someone else gets up at 12:30 and 3:30 to feed and change them while mommy and daddy are in another wing of the house dreaming champagne dreams. Us mere mortals have to shake off sleep, trudge to the nursery, pick up a 14 lb dead weight, and try to avoid random bodily fluids while not tripping over previously discarded wet clothing.
And when you have a stretch of 8 or 9 hours where that does not happen... it is like being on top of the world. I want to snuggle him even more because I have not seen him for that long. My neurons are firing enough that I am capable of playing with him. I don't think to myself over and over again, "Please sleep. Please, please sleep." I want to go for a walk. I want to take him out and about. Heck, I want to dress him in something other than footie pajamas. I even want to dress myself! Sleep makes a world of difference.
So, I am thankful to our kiddo for giving us such a nice present.
Last night, he was up twice. Sigh.
I still love him though, and getting two nights of sleep is like seeing the light at the end of an 18 year long tunnel. At least we know a) he can do it and b) he probably will do it again. We know it might not be soon, but we can hope. We just have to be the best sleepy parents that we can be until we can be the stellar awesome parents we know we are when we are rested!
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