Just colds, thankfully, but still makes for a bummer of a day. Especially with the continued drizzle of rain, and sometimes full on down pour.
But today has nothing on last night.
I don't think any of us got much sleep.
Poor baby Isaac is still teething and has a cold on top of that. He fell asleep fine at about 8pm but woke three hours later, nursed, and didn't go back to sleep. I have a hard time letting him just cry when I know he is not well. So I went back to his room, gave him some Tylenol, and tried rocking and pacing with him. Eventually I put him back in his crib and he fell asleep while I patted his back and sang to him.
But he was awake again not even an hour later. And this time he wouldn't go back to sleep despite all my efforts. I finally gave in and nursed him back to sleep at 3 am.
I'm not writing this post for sympathy. In fact, quite the opposite.
It's funny to me that when the nights are long and my baby is so sad, I feel a greater sense of fulfillment in mothering. As I was singing and rocking and pacing the floors, I couldn't help but feel gratitude for the chance I have to be Isaac's mom. I guess it's partly because I feel more compassion and love when I know my poor son is not feeling well. I just want to take it all away and make things all better for him. I love him so much. And I love holding him close and trying to comfort him.
So am I exhausted? Yes.
Exhausted and grateful to be a mom.
2 comments:
I hear you - there is something special about those times.
I love this post. The other night, Hannah woke up crying in the middle of the night--I'm sure due to teething. I had to rock her back to sleep, and I LOVED it.
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