With the exception of Lucy’s less than perfect delivery, (you can read about that here) I would like to think that I have had a relatively easy transition into motherhood. Lucy is overall, an AMAZING baby. She is so happy, healthy, and stinkin’ adorable. We are spoiled, really. I live for spending my days with her and I am so beyond grateful that Shane works as hard as he does so I get to stay at home and watch her grow. One thing that has not been the easiest thing to deal with though, is her sleeping habits. She is the best when it comes to bedtime, I can lay her down awake and she will usually pass right out….But staying asleep….ohhh man, home girl does not like to stay asleep.
She was an amazing sleeper for maybe a month, one glooorious month she slept through the night. Then she stopped. She was like, “ma I’m giving up sleeping through the night, COLD TURKEY”. We were dealing fine, she was only waking up one extra time…No big deal, I can do that. Until last week. Last week, Lucy started waking up anywhere from three to SIX times a night. Willy nilly, no time off limits for this girl. Everyone keeps drilling sleep training into my brain, but I am such a softy. I know she’s teething and just wants her mama. I run in her room as soon as she starts whimpering, and she has absolutely no concept of self-soothing. 100% my fault completely; but now here I am, almost six months in, trying to remember what it was like to ever sleep more than three hours straight.
This may sound complain-y….but I’m really not throwing myself a pity party. I can whine about lack of sleep until the cows come home, but it doesn’t change a thing. Lucy is still going to wake up whenever the hell she wants, and you know what? That’s okay. How could I ever be upset that this tiny human needs me for comfort? It’s really the sweetest thing ever if you think about it. She wants ME to make her feel better, and she wants ME to be there while she’s drifting back to sleep (& obviously her daddy too;) Don’t get me wrong, I am SO. TIRED. Walking zombie, really…But I know that this is just a season of my life, and someday I will look back and miss those sleepless nights nursing my sweet little baby back to sleep.
This blue eyed baby girl of mine is worth the the dark circles, the constant yawning, and the sweet potato she just smeared all over my hair. I was made for this. No one ever tells you that Motherhood is easy, but my goodness…..it sure is worth it.