I’d be interested to know how many hours of sleep I’ve lost during these first 2.5 years of motherhood.
The sleep deprivation and the long nights were a new mother’s worst nightmare.
I like sleep. A lot.
There were nights so fog-filled with desperation. I just wanted to sleep. My son just wanted to scream.
Now in our toddler years, those horrible nights are still ingrained in my mind. The mere thought of them makes me cringe at the thought of having a newborn again.
Colic has scarred me for life.
And although he’s been sleeping through the night for quite some time now, there are still nights when he decides he needs to party at 2 a.m.
The good news about theses parties is there’s no screaming involved and I can doze on the couch while he watches cartoons.
Just last night John and I watched Chuggington with Jackson at 2 a.m. He was wound up until 4:00 a.m.
One thing’s for sure, we handle the middle of the night much better with a toddler than we did with a newborn.
While that newborn stage was rough for the three of us, I’ve found myself getting sentimental lately as I’ve looked back through photos of Jackson’s first year.
Precious moments highjacked by colic.
Those early days lost; never to be relived.
Realizing sleep deprivation and stress caused me to miss out on a lot of joy. I was in survival mode. I didn’t think I’d survive that first year.
Now 2.5 years have gone by.
I’d give anything for one day of a onesie wearing, bottle taking, rock him to sleep moment.
Minus the colic.
In the midst of the chaos it seemed I would never survive it, but here we are.
The colic subsided.
He started sleeping through the night.
Our days aren’t as challenging.
We have fun and make memories and the tantrums are few and far between.
Slowly (but somewhat quickly) the baby is dissappering right before my eyes.
When I look at him at 2 a.m., I see a little boy.
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