Mother's Day_Weeks Reflection

Last night at 1:30am, I received a reminder from my 20 month old that a mother's (and father's) job is 24/7.  She cry starting at 1:30am and after weighing my options (listen to crying or get kicked) I opted for being kicked.  I have a hard time listening to crying.  I have an immediate need to make it stop at any means.  So after letting her cry it out for a bit, I reluctantly brought her into bed where she immediately fell asleep (of course).  Nothing like trying to fall back to sleep with a 25lb child laying on top of you crushing your chest, snoring and breathing hot air onto your cheek.

After about an hour of sleep she became so squirmy my husband and I began passing her back and forth between us for another hour and a half until I finally called it quits.  Retreating back to her room did not go how I would have liked.  Putting her back into her bed led to another half hour of crying until my dear husband slept in her rocking chair with her in tow.  Although I'm on my second cup of coffee and dragging, last night reminded me how appreciative of my husband I am.  He not only stayed with her in an uncomfortable chair but woke up to make breakfast and had presents laying out on the table when I walked down the stairs after getting more sleep.  I'm the mother I am because of the supportive and caring husband I have at home on my team.

Sisterly Love

Brave girl at her sleep study

Being a ham

Last night at 1:30am, I received a reminder from my 20 month old that a mother's (and father's) job is 24/7.  She cry starting at 1:30am and after weighing my options (listen to crying or get kicked) I opted for being kicked.  I have a hard time listening to crying.  I have an immediate need to make it stop at any means.  So after letting her cry it out for a bit, I reluctantly brought her into bed where she immediately fell asleep (of course).  Nothing like trying to fall back to sleep with a 25lb child laying on top of you crushing your chest, snoring and breathing hot air onto your cheek.

After about an hour of sleep she became so squirmy my husband and I began passing her back and forth between us for another hour and a half until I finally called it quits.  Retreating back to her room did not go how I would have liked.  Putting her back into her bed led to another half hour of crying until my dear husband slept in her rocking chair with her in tow.  Although I'm on my second cup of coffee and dragging, last night reminded me how appreciative of my husband I am.  He not only stayed with her in an uncomfortable chair but woke up to make breakfast and had presents laying out on the table when I walked down the stairs after getting more sleep.  I'm the mother I am because of the supportive and caring husband I have at home on my team.

Sisterly Love

Brave girl at her sleep study

Being a ham