I hesitate to blog about this particular topic for fear that typing this out will change things. So I'm knocking lots of wood while I type here. Duke, my terrible sleeper, high-needs baby seems to have turned a corner. I believe we're on night 5 of him sleeping through the night (from about 7:30 p.m. until 7 a.m.). I feel like a new woman. Who needs to win the lottery when you can get a high like this?!
It's like something clicked and he finally realizes that sleep is a good thing. He's napping better during the day too. I don't know if I should hold out hope that this will be a continuing trend, but I sure hope it is. If not, I'll enjoy it while I can.
I've been reflecting on Duke's first 9 months of life and feeling a bit guilty. So many of my memories are of being exhausted and frustrated with him because he only wanted to be held and/or because he wouldn't sleep. I really do feel like the first few months of his little life were spent with a fog around me. While it's nice to feel like myself again, I'm a bit sad that my recollections of his life so far aren't more joyful.
There is joy, though. The best thing I did was join a local moms group. It was hard for me, since I'm an introvert. I considered just walking right by the group of moms I saw at the first event I attended. But I sucked it up because I knew I had to do this for myself and for my kids. This group of caring, supportive moms has been a lifesaver to me. Just being able to talk to other adults, get out of the house for some fresh air (in the warmer months), and keep the kids entertained with new activities has saved my sanity. I don't know what I'd do without them.
No comments:
Post a Comment