You may have noticed crickets around here lately. And for a good reason. Well, my definition of good. M has taken to napping on me. I’m not sure how it happened, but the boy will go down for a nap in his crib, wake up about 30 minutes later, I nurse him, hold him, and then he will sleep for another 2+ hours. We had been going through this awful phase of him just taking those litty bitty 30 minutes naps. Then when I figured out this is what would work, I started to try to make it work. Plus, I can usually get it to overlap w/ A’s nap so I don’t feel like I’m wasting out on any time with him.
So, I basically have those 30 minutes to clean up the house, do dishes, eat lunch, and try to accomplish all the church’s social media stuff (I manage all the social media accounts). By the time M cries when that 30 minutes is up, blogging is just a casualty of me not being able to do it all. More often than not, I don’t get my church stuff done and I use the time after bedtime to work on that. And since M is still getting up 3x’s a night, it’s early to bed and early to rise (lots of times) for this girl.
Yes, it is hard not having any time to myself to do the things I have to get done. But I know a blessing in disguise when I see one. Yes, I could just nurse him when he wakes up and put him down. Sometimes I do that. But more often than not, I am content to just hold him. There are worse things in the world than sitting and holding your baby while binge watching Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix.
The time I have with him is short. I remember spending so much time and effort getting A to nap I missed out on the joys of being a mom most days. I was full of frustration and resentment that he wouldn’t just sleep and give me a little bit of a break. But this is my last baby. My last chance for sweet, sleepy snuggles. Warm and cozy cheeks pressed against my chest. So I’m throwing my hands up (with pleasure) and just taking it all in.
Instead of being anxious of when he might wake up, I actually look forward to it. And I take a boat load of pictures of course to remember this sweet time in my little baby’s life.
A never napped on me. It was either the crib or nothing. So I see this is my one and only chance to get in all the sweet baby cuddles I can until he is too old for his mama.
Was your baby a cuddler?