Try not to let this sweet little face fool you–this girl knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to cry to get it!
I feel like I just came off of an overnight duty in the hospital. Leighton wanted to nurse every hour to hour and a half last night…meaning that by the time I actually fell back asleep, I could hear little squeaks and squawks demanding that I get back up before the full on yelling commenced that would wake Jeremy who has to get up at 5am for work.
The little miss has keyed in to the fact that she prefers sleeping next to me where it’s warm and cozy…rather than be in some boring bassinett by herself. Every time she would drift off into la la land, I would scoop her swaddled little form up and set her in her bed and not five minutes later (WAAAAAHHHHHH)
And so it went. 11pm, 12am, 1:30am, 3am, 4am, 5am, 6 FREAKING AM…and then Morgan got into bed at 6:25 feeling chatty. Oh Dear LORD. Remember the Tom and Jerry cartoons where Tom would try valiently to stay awake after a night of partying with his friends?? He would put tooth picks in his eyelids to prop them open and they would snap shut like shutters? Or he would paint eyes on his closed lids to look alert when he was really asleep? That would be me!
I love nothing more than snuggling with my babies in the morning, but it was a rough night. I miss being able to nap during the day to catch up. This morning it was off to the grocery store while Leighton slept in her car seat. Afternoons just don’t seem to work when she goes into her nursing frenzies and it’s 102 degrees outside. We never make it anywhere because I am always dropping everything to feed her and getting into the car is like getting into a freshly preheated oven.
In addition, I am spending my days washing the pooped out jammies that she produces in between needing to nurse. I had always been told that breast fed babies poop less…HA! Leighton goes EVERY SINGLE TIME that she eats.
Still, there is something so magical about this time. It is amazing that I am basically all that she needs in the world and I cannot describe the wonder of being a mommy to a new little person. As tired as I am, I cannot help but love cuddling and feeding my little one in the quiet of the night when she grasps my fingers with her own and gazes up at me with those dark blue eyes.
Her long eyelashes remind me of Morgan’s when he was so tiny and new. I remember feeling like nothing else in the world existed when he and I would rock together and he would gaze back at me while taking his bottle.