It's 7:55AM and I've already got a post script to Day 176
If you read my post below, you will know that I’m freaking exhausted. And the last edit I made is where I wrote about last night, where Abby was up 3 times and ready to part at 5:45AM.
And here is the progression of my thoughts/tweets…
So yeah, I’ve had some teary moments this morning. And not teary for bad things, but teary for good things.
Once I got some coffee in my and a phone call to my mom in which she kind of chuckled at me as I vented about this whole sleep situation, or rather lack thereof (probably b/c she’s thinking back to when I pulled this crap on her since I didn’t even STTN till I was 6 months old), I settled down. I I grabbed the I-pod and dock, put The Decemberists on, and danced around the kitchen with Abby. She smiled. I smiled. I sipped more coffee.
I then gave her a bottle and then had a moment, where I looked down at her, all calm, and peaceful, and knew that she is one of the best things to have happened to me. The tears started willing up in my eyes. I had clarity, where I realized that, though there are rough times being a momma, there are so many other special moments. (NOTE: The hubs had to get up at 5:30AM and head into work, so I’m flying solo right now.)
After she had some cereal, I rocked with her in the kitchen, swaying to the beat of The Decemberists. And before I knew it, she was passed out. At 7:50AM. The tears came back. Happy tears of special moments and thinking that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself.
And now, since she’s out, I must shower and get to cleaning. But I shall leave you with a little bit of what helped me to gain such clarity this morning…just a picture to look at, but still listen.
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My daughter didn’t sleep through the night for five and a half years. True Story.
I well understand that moment of anger in those moments of profound exhaustion that change in a moment when you get a grin or a hug.
It’s a tough time, because exhaustion is overwhelming.
Hang in there, somedays are better than others. But worth every single moment.
my son is 6.
he still isn’t sleeping through the night.
well…sometimes he is, just not always.
which sucks.
big time.
don’t worry though, my other two kids sleep through the night. it happens!! you’ll get there!!
How did I miss that you were on Twitter?
Yes, don’t feel bad. My kid is 4.5. She still wakes somewhere between 2am and 4am and will come to bed. And because I am lazy, I let her. Because sleep is precious. And that’s fine by me. Because one day she’ll be too big to want to snuggle with mom.