I’ve been feeling pretty down on myself, internets, because I haven’t been motivated to do much with my spawn this summer. I’ve sulked through the days, counting the hours until Mr. Aggie comes home, rarely enjoying my time with Andrew.
I thought I was a bad mom. I thought I was letting him down, and that maybe I even had some depression going on.
Then, last night, he slept. I went to bed at 10:30, and Mr. Aggie only had to go soothe him twice between then and when he got hungry at 1:30. I fed him, and I was able to cherish that time of rocking and nursing because I’d had several hours of sleep. I wasn’t staring at the wall trying to stay conscious, is what I’m getting at.
He went back down with no fussing at all after that feeding, and I prepared to be summoned in an hour or so to soothe him, per usual. Instead, I woke up on my own at 5:30.
FOUR HOURS OF SLEEP.
He woke up to eat, and I knew it was possible that he would wake up for the day. I was prepared for that, having already accumulated more hours of sleep than ever before in his presence.
But he went back to sleep for…
FOUR MORE HOURS.
I didn’t hear a peep out of him, can you believe it? He woke up happy and smiling at 9:00 and I smothered him in kisses.
And now? We’re loading up the carseat and hitting the road.
I’m wearing a shirt that hasn’t been barfed on (yet) and I’m ready to take on the world.