Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Never Really Liked Sleep Anyway

You know that feeling you get right as you begin to slip into slumber? That heavy, drowsy state somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, where the elements of a dream begin to creep their way into your semiconscious thoughts? I love that feeling. That is such a great place to be.

Do a little thought exercise with me. Imagine you are in your bed, with your favorite jammies on, listening to your nighttime music or the sounds of your house after all the lights have been turned off, and you start approaching that wonderful state, when all of a sudden someone begins fussing. Not crying, just fussing. It begins ever so subtly. You think it will go away, that maybe he will calm down and fall back asleep. You hold your breath and try not to move for fear of making it worse. Your mind begins racing. No, not now. Now is my time to fall asleep, not your time to wake up. It stops. You finally breathe and thank God that you can close your eyes again. You settle back in, relax your muscles, and prepare for your glorious trip back down Sleepy St. You've just about turned the corner, when all of a sudden, it happens again.

Now imagine this happening all. night. long.

This was my last night. And the night before that. Most nights, really, but especially so the last few days.

Welcome to the wonderful world of teething!

Little man has been drooling up a storm and shoving his fists (or anything that is in his fists) in his mouth any chance he gets. Poor little lamb... and let's be honest. Poor mama. Good thing we're both troopers.

The first four months of motherhood have been such a whirlwind. Every time I start to think I'm settling in and acclimating to each stage, he enters a new phase, complete with brand new challenges (or in this case, a reintroduction of old challenges). I know I should consider myself fortunate to have a baby that slept through the night so early, and I do, but in some ways it's harder when the bar has been set so high, and then ripped violently down to the ground and spat at, nay drooled on. You know what you once had and you long for those nights again. On the other hand, each new phase also comes with its own unique set of joys.

Little man has recently begun cooing and laughing more frequently and it melts my heart every time.

Sometimes we sing songs together. This is one of his favorites.

We also discovered that if you blow on Benjamin's face, he gasps and then smiles. Every time. It's one of the cutest and most hilarious things I've ever seen.

Did I mention talking? Benjamin is dangerously close to saying his first word. Can you guess what it will be?

He is my everything. I can't believe how quickly he is growing and changing. Happy 4 months, my little lamb. The most incredible 4 months of my life...

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