Last night/this morning I got more sleep than I have gotten in the past 6 weeks. My lack of sleep has not been all Tom’s fault. I’ve been reading a lot and getting really into the books to the point that when I’m supposed to be sleeping — I just keep reading. And also the pumping thing makes it a bit harder for me to fall back to sleep right away at night. Breast pumps are loud and weird and not exactly relaxing. So…I blame myself.
But last night I had just finished another book (The Italian Affair by Laura Fraser — very good) and I decided to start cutting out some of my pumping sessions in favor of getting Tom used to formula bit by bit. And I slept. And it was awesome.
Then Tom and I started our Monday. After last week, I had mentally prepared myself for battle. I reminded myself that babies sometimes cry. That I can do this. That if it gets really insane, I just need to pack him up in my car and we’ll go for a drive. Basically, I gave myself a pep talk. A “You’re A Mom and You’re Awesome” talk.
And I didn’t even need to. Because Tom was an absolute angel today.
We slept late. We ate. He played on his play mat. We went for a really long walk with Huck. We chatted with our neighbors. We ate again. We got a visit from Kevin at lunch. We sat outside on the back deck and enjoyed the sunshine. Then he sat with me on the recliner and slept while I tried to catch up on my Netflix movies. (I watched Adventureland and loved it. Tom thought it was a snooze.)
It was a wonderfully great and awesome day. A day I got to spend happily with the cutest little boy I’ve ever seen. I try to remember how lucky I am on days when we’re having a rough time of it — but it’s so nice every once in a while to easily know that I’m the luckiest.