Baby Sleep

I was thinking at 3:30 this morning while I was up playing with Jessy in the living room…

I’ve read/been given all kinds of parenting advice on how to deal with sleeping and an infant. “Let her cry, its fine”.  Well this weekend she was running a fever, congested very badly and in the process of cutting her two top teeth!  Poor girl, she just wants someone to understand her misery.  So I sat in a chair and held her… all night, every night.  And here it was at 3am Monday morning and we were happily playing with her toys.  Snot was thick and plentiful and a little green. I had been sick earlier in the week and I know just how awful she feels… then to be in pain from those darn teeth on top of it!  Any distractions was a welcome one until the pain medicine kicked in. 

Of course I immediately “Googled” to see if what I was doing was absolutely wrong… it was, without a doubt.  I didn’t care.  She was smiling and giggling, excitedly playing with her balls and toy house.  We had to look everywhere for the doggie that goes inside the house. (Had I not gotten up with her for this experience I would not have known that her mind is learning so quickly… that she was actually looking for the dog that goes in her toy house. She’s learning what objects go together!)

Many times this past weekend I would think… “If I was in her shoes, what would I want?” and then I did it.  I didn’t complain about the lack of sleep, or stress myself out about having to go to work at 6am when I’d been up playing games in the wee hours.  I didn’t worry that I was doing everything wrong according to the Sleep Baby Experts… We had fun, we bonded, we cuddled.   I put her back to bed and she went right to sleep while I made myself a large cup of coffee and went to work.  Yeah, I’m more exhausted then other moms.  I’ve heard how I bring it on myself.  I’ve finally got to the point that I’m okay with that.

Some people have children to fulfill their lives.  I had a child to fulfill HER life.  To be there, to comfort her, to love her unconditionally.  And in the process she fills my life to overflow.  

It's Official

Lord help us.... she's crawling.  And NO ONE dog is safe.  Sorry puppy... we love you.

It was a great weekend.  Jessy and I made some treats for the nanny to give to her on Valentines Day.  And then we snuggled, played and even ventured outside for a little walk.

We're definitely working on our top teeth, but no sign of them yet!  I wish they would hurry up so she feels better.

Happy Valentines Day!

Note: Headband is from Halo Heaven.

This weekend we got snow DUMPED on us!  So we were busy playing in the snow all weekend.  That would be our FIRST snow ever!  She loved it, and of course wanted to eat it. (I kept telling my husband to make sure it wasn't yellow!)

After all that playing we had to have an impromptu photo shoot for Valentines Day!  You'll have to tune in on Friday to see it!

And you wonder why I'm so tired...

I never USED to understood couples that slept in different beds.  While I would never do it myself, I totally get why they would do it.

My husband is a “middle of the bed” sleeper.  What this means for me, is when I come back from feeding the baby in the middle of the night, I have about 18 inches to cling to on my side of the bed.  Now that may seem spacious to some people… but I also need you to understand that the dog sleeps on my side of the bed.  I sleepily crawl into bed and either let my feet hang off the bottom of the bed since the dog is my pillow and I have to scrunch down further, or she has wedged herself into my legs in a very uncomfortable position.  But wait, it doesn’t stop there… you see I’m also the official pillow holder.  For some strange reason when my husband no longer is using his pillow, he lays it on top of me in the middle of the night. 

I actually stayed awake for a good 20 minutes last night wondering if someone could patent a bed divider and make money off of it.