4am Wakeup Call

Claire slept through the night two nights in a row last week. It made this momma and daddy oh so happy. Then, she started waking up at 4 am like clockwork.

She still continues to do this.

I want her to sleep through the night so bad. Those two nights of her sleeping from 10-7 were awesome, I can't deny that. But, I have to remember she is on her own time AND sleeping from 10-4 isn't bad at all. We don't hear a peep from her and it truly is like clockwork that she starts to fuss and wants to eat at that time.

My internal clock has already adjusted to this too. The night before last when she woke up at 5 instead of 4, my eyes popped open at 4, waiting.

The good things about the 4 o'clock wake up call is that we switch who gets the feeding. One night it's me, the next night it's Ryan. Luckily, she sucks down the bottle and you're up and down in 30 minutes or less.

Unfortunately for me, it takes me a good hour to fall back asleep. Apparently I can run pretty well on 6 hours of sleep. I don't think Ryan has this problem.

While this initially annoyed me, I now embrace it. It's just a matter of time before she sleeps through the night (I hope). It's a matter of time before these days of the house being completely quite and the only sound I hear are the little sounds of her eating, half asleep. I decided to make the most of this fleeting time. I pray over her for those few minutes she is in my arms and there are no distractions. I pray for her future, her friends, her spouse, that she comes to love the Lord, that she can put all her trust in Him.

This has truly made the wake up call a lot less painful and a whole lot easier on me.

(Not a 4am picture, but definitely what I'm blessed with getting to look at.)

 

But, I'm only human and on those mornings that it's Ryan's turn you best believe I am kicking him out of bed quicker than you can imagine!

My new normal starts tomorrow

This week my "real" life starts. I will be staying at home with two kids. Two babies. To say that I'm nervous would probably be an understatement.

I've had it pretty easy the past week. Ryan has been home with me and has been a huge help around the house. He started out with a bang early in the week when we arrived home with Claire and has actually began to slowly taper off in the "chores'' he has been doing. I can't say that I blame him. House work sucks. Picking up after a nearly 2 year old sucks. Running on just a little bit of sleep sucks. We've even been wanting to punch each other in the face here and there simply because that's what happens when you have been together for 11 days straight. Or at least it is us. Not to mention the lack of normal amount of sleep doesn't help at all. I don't want to wish away Claire's newborn stage. At all. I guess I have Wyatt to thank for making me patient over the last 22 months because I know that this time I have a whole lot more than I did when he was an  itty bitty baby.

Tomorrow, my extra set of hands return to work. Someone has to bring home the bacon...That leaves me with two little mouths to feeds and two little bottoms to wipe. I'm nervous how I'm going to handle not being able to ask for help at any second. I'm nervous how I'm going to handle two crying babies. I know it can be done because mommies do it everyday. It's normal to be slightly terrified right? Somebody please tell me yes. I will so desperately look forward to lunch time when Ryan will come home. This is my new normal though. I am so fortunate to be able to be home while my babies are in fact babies. I just ask though, that if you read this, you take a little minute to say a tiny prayer for me. Please?

I've got lots of this coming ahead...can't possibly complain!