Last night took forever for it to change into morning. Cody
and I found ourselves waking up every hour last night and both being surprised
that it has yet to move on to another hour. But before we get into that let me
back up here for a moment so that you can see why the night needed to quickly
move on.
We spent the evening
at a restaurant with the kids. We ate the delicious food, tasting what each one
order, talked quietly about nothing and just plain adore each other’s company.
We then drove to target, tossed the kids into the shopping cart,
threw in the cart some amazing light up bouncing balls that we just had to have,
found in dollar bin area all the while shopping for our upcoming family
vacation to Zions.
We get home, to only discovered that Annie had the biggest
poop blow out that you ever did see. It was everywhere, all over her flower leggings,
all over her car seat, dripping down her legs when I picked her up.
It was bad. Bath worthy bad.
Of course we get home right at bedtime. So we all are
rushing to brush teeth, getting Wyatt’s backpack ready for school the next day,
put jammies on, find blankets, teddy bears and getting the millionth drink of
water before daddy flies the boys like airplanes to bed for the night.
I of course am still dealing with the bath worthy poop of
Annie’s. I finally get her cleaned, dressed and I throw her dirty clothes on top
of the washer telling myself that I will put them in when I am done. (Which I
still have yet to do.) By this time, she is so tired mad that she won’t even
latch on to feed. She’s screaming her lungs out and I can’t get her settled.
At this point Cody and I have to take turns bouncing her. An
hour later, she finally settles. Now at the same time she’s fussy Bella the dog
is whining because earlier in the day she thought it would be a fantastic idea
to eat my shoe laces. Now her tummy hurts.
So we are letting her in and out and then in and then out.
We are hoping, crossing our fingers that the boys don’t wake up with all this commotion.
It turns midnight, finally. Bella is still outside, Annie is
finally asleep and it’s our bedtime. I softly lay Annie in her basinet as Cody
let’s Bella back in. We finally lay down and are quickly asleep.
Annie wakes up which is unlike her to feed. I look at the
clock its only 1am. I feed her and fall back asleep. Then Bella starts to whine
again, Cody gets up and takes her out. Its only 1:15am. We fall back asleep.
Bella whines to come in, we wake up, I put Annie in her basinet and Cody lets Bella
back in. Its 1:30am. We say to each other how is it is still 1 in the morning? We
fall back asleep.
Bella whines wakes Annie. We decide to leave Bella outside
for a few hours (we set an alarm.) I get Annie and feed her again. It’s now
2am. We fall back asleep.
3am rolls around, I get a tap tap tap on my knee. I wake up
its Wyatt he has had a bad dream and I realize that I am somehow still feed Annie.He climbs into our bed. We fall asleep again.
The alarm goes off to let Bella back in. It’s now 4am. Cody
goes and gets her, I wake Wyatt and tell him that Dad will tuck him back into
his bed. I still am somehow nursing Annie.
Wyatt gets out of our bed goes with Cody. I unattached Annie
from my breast and put her back into her bed. Its 4:30am.
Cody comes back to bed, Bella too. We fall asleep again. It’s
now 5am.
6am rolls around, Annie cries to feed again which is unlike
her. I get up, get her again somehow and nurse her while I fall back to sleep.
My alarm goes off its 7am. Time to officially wake up. I
hand Annie who’s still asleep to Cody to have him hold her in our bed, get up
and make breakfast, tired.
Sometimes, parenthood is full of nights that move too slowly
only to leave you feeling unrested but I know that one day I will miss the
middle of the nights nursing a little baby. And the times, that the only way my
kids will feel better after a bad dream is to come cuddle with me in my bed. So
I’ll take these long tired nights over any well-rested night, every time.
