Yesterday was a glorious day spent with people I love.
We stopped by Auntie Joanna and had a great time destroying her house. But adult talk with my dearest friend was so nice. We have a lot in common and she doesn’t flinch when I pull out food for Michael – I love that. hahaha. (the little things). We had a super lazy night at home. Hector made macaroni and I enjoyed a glass of red. Glorious red. It was like angels were singing.
Then bedtime happened.
Something crazy happened last night. It was like a series of extraordinary events in our household. Our house has been quiet peaceful at night. The baby does his fussy hour before his long stretch typically around 9 but by 10 everyone is pretty much asleep for a good 6 or more hours, with Evan asleep until 8-9 the next morning. I’ve really counted my blessings in this department because I know sleep can be non-exhistent in “newborn” households.
Last night Michael seemed more fussy than usual so I went into his nursery and we rocked for a long time, he was super sleepy and so I put him down and he wavered in and out of sleepiness. I could hear Evan up too… past his bedtime. This should have been the sign of impending sleep doom.
Evan FINALLY fell asleep around 11. Way way way past his bedtime. There were lots of tears and “Momma I want helicopters, momma I want choo choo trains, momma i want my iPad and so on and so on…”, with Evan if you don’t get him down in time he is a nightmare but this rarely happens. It is SO weird because nap time was so simple yesterday. But yeah, Evan asleep at 11. I laid down totally done for the day but insomnia crept in I could hear the sound of the dog scratching his neck downstairs, the heat kicking in, normal creaks of the house, my snoring baby, my SNORING husband, it was like a migraine without the headache everything was SO LOUD. Baby gets up about 1, I nurse, rock and swaddle – he goes back down at 3 EVAN gets up. This never happens. He runs to me and I hold him, then guess who else wants momma? There was not enough Jen last night to go around. Hector is trying to hand me the crying hungry baby while Evan is freaking out “no momma, daddy hold the baby, you hold me.” He really didn’t care baby was crying, which is strange. I figured he’d fall back to sleep within minutes. No dice. I had two crying babies for like an HOUR or greater last night I refused to look at the clock to remind me how long the madness was lasting and somehow Hector ended up in Evan’s room. I woke up with a child on each side of me and me in the middle of my bed… It felt like the night never ended. It was complete chaos. Like a frat party.
But the morning arrived. We survived and I will be surviving off of caffeine, caffeine, energizing yoga postures, and more caffeine… Seriously. But it’s part of being a parent. I’m lucky most days, this is like everyday norm for some moms POWER TO YOU. lol
What else is on the Saturday agenda? Lights! There are some incredible displays in the Chicagoland area so I’m wrapping my loves up with Auntie Colie and the grandparents and we are going to enjoy the magical 45 degree weather. We are taking two cars and probably two strollers. We are like an army these days and we have only grown by one tiny being. I have a yoga class at 12 and Christmas cards to get out the door. OH and wrapping! Any luck not having your two year old open everyones gifts under the tree? I haven’t wrapped anything because telling him no just means he will sneak downstairs and do it anyway and put his hands up like “I didn’t do it.” hahaha.
Happy Saturday! I’ll be back this weekend with an update on my ONE MONTH OLD: