I feel like it is finally happening….Wit and I are finally getting our groove on. After 12 totally unpredictable months (which let me be honest really stresses me out…I love a schedule) I think we are getting that routine. 1 hour nap in the morning (without waking! he used to wake up every 15 minutes sometimes. I would have to go back in and rock him to sleep which of course would take 15 minutes. This would go on for 2 hours). 1 hour nap in the afternoon. Bedtime at 7pm. Still waking at 4am for an 8 ounce bottle, but……DRUM ROLL PLEASE!!!! No more bottle during the day!!! Only at the 4am feeding. I am super proud of myself for this. It took me 18 months to rid Mia and Sadie of that thing!!!
Usually he is up by 6:30am for the day. Not a bad schedule. It only took us 12 months, but we are here now, and I am so thankful.
I allowed myself tonight to relive his annyphilaxis episode in my head as I rocked him to sleep. Sometimes I get so caught up in the stupid little things on a daily basis (like his schedule) that I loose that feeling of complete crazy gratitude I had after I learned he was going to make it.
Life truly is a gift. Our children our a gift. My heart could explode with gratitude for each of them.
It’s true many days there are toys EVERYWHERE, and crumbs, and scraps of paper, and crayons crushed into the carpet, and I am so tired after all three are in bed that I put blinders on as I make my way to the couch, pull out my Kindle, and read and read and read. The mess is still there in the morning, but it’s nothing a cup of coffee and a renewed sense of purpose can’t fix.
It’s a great life, and when I stop to take it all in, I am completely in love with all of it.
Especially when we can celebrate a birthday!