My last post was one full of hope and change.
And now....I feel like I am just starting over. Like someone just handed me a newborn (a 19 pound newborn) and said, here you go.
I'm pretty much at a loss for what to do to make this child sleep through the night. Of course after my jubilant post, he woke up not just 4 times, but without going back to bed. Pretty much, I didn't get anything but 20 minute cat naps in. Three nights later...and here I am at 12:30 AM, dreading going to sleep for fear of being beckoned.
I gave up and it seemed to work, now I feel lost and very out of control. Surely SOME sort of schedule needs to be in place since I am not a hermit and I do intend to get out of the house some time. I do not have patience to sit home waiting for Barclay to get drowsy so I can put him down.
Seriously. What to do, what to do...
On the plus side, I must admit I am getting way more quality time with my sweet baby than most mothers get.
Today at nursery, the worker told me that Barclay's countenance blessed her. She said he is the cutest baby ever and I would have to agree. Seriously, I can't even wait till the last song to run to the church nursery to pick him up.