This morning, I am so grateful for a new day: for decent sleep last night (up only once), for the great cup of coffee in my hands, and for a precious baby that is sleeping soundly. Yesterday was a long day. I was in great need of an extra dose of patience. And it was one of those cold, colorless days that seemed to seep into my very bones. (I’d like to add that it took great self control to not write ‘colourless’…the British way of spelling things is beginning to look better to me.) My dear little boy is just so curious, and just doesn’t like sleeping during the day unless I’m holding him or we’re on the go. I’m trying to sleep train him to take naps properly, upstairs in his cot, so we can establish some good patterns. But, yesterday he would have none of it. And the poor guy was just so tired and fussy by the end of it all. But, we made it through. And it’s a new day. And, it’s Mother’s Day here. So, I get two this year! Ben got me a lovely bouquet of roses and I even got a sweet card from Samuel. I am so grateful for my beautiful little son, he is such a little miracle. He is so happy and curious and really is such a sweet little guy. I can’t wait to see . . . wait – I CAN wait . . . but I’m very excited to see what he will be like as he grows up. Thank you Lord for little Samuel.
And now, to finish that coffee and get a shower.
Infectious smile - I know I've posted this on Facebook before but it really captures his great little smile. It's impossible not to melt a little each time he smiles at me.
Displaying his outfit - hat knitted by grandma Cheryl, sweater by our lovely neighbor's mum, and trousers from my friend Alex. Thanks guys!
Well, this will have been the third blog post I’ve started but not managed to finish since Samuel’s been born. It’s a bit difficult finding time with two free hands these days. I’m quickly working my way to becoming ambidextrous. I absolutely love being the mom to little Samuel. He is such a joy. He doesn’t always wake up happy, but sometimes he does and it’s one of my absolute favorite things. He can be so smiley, and he smiles not only with his mouth but his eyes. I love it. My other all time favorite, is getting to watch how amazing Ben is with him. I always knew he’d be a great dad, but seeing him action is a whole other thing. He’s fabulous. The first six weeks or so, Ben would get up with him after the last feed of the night & put him back down for me (usually between 5-7am). He’d bring the moses basket downstairs and put him back to sleep downstairs so I could have undisturbed sleep and he could try to get some thesis work done. Samuel’s usually quite a grunter in the later hours of the morning, which makes it harder to get good sleep. Very often, I would come downstairs (by 10-11am), feeling amazing, to find Ben laying on the couch or in the chair with Samuel completely asleep on his chest. Sometimes they’d both be out, other times Ben would be managing to get some thesis work done at the same time. Now that Ben’s back to getting up around 6am to work on the thesis (baby-free), I think he misses his morning snuggles with Samuel. And just to give him full credit, these weren’t the only times he’d be up with me in the night to help out. I was so grateful for the support in the wee hours of the night, especially as it took awhile to heal up from my c-section.
Now, Samuel’s getting up 1-2 times each night…not bad! It often feels like we have 4 steps forward, and 1 step back. But overall, each week is getting easier. Seven weeks seemed to be a turning point for us. I’m still figuring him out, but we’re getting there. Being a mom is amazing, but definitely hard work. I knew it would be, but you can’t always anticipate what it will be like until you’re there. Sleep deprivation brings with it a whole new perspective. A few weeks ago I was having a particularly rough day. Samuel was especially fussy and insisted on being held all the time. I tried everything, and each time I put him down it was like the world was ending. And with no time to brush my teeth or shower, by 2pm I was quickly loosing patience, and on the verge of tears multiple times (actually, not even on the verge). I believe that was the day Ben received a text from me asking when he would be home (or rather, demanding). Thankfully, he did come and save the day – literally. It’s amazing how 30 minutes to yourself to shower and get ready can feel like the best thing in the world. Thanks Ben. I’m learning to appreciate the small things in life – breakfast undisturbed (meaning with two hands free), a shower without a crying baby, and time to use the toilet alone. All of which means, I’m blessed with food on the table, the ability to clean and running water, and a beautiful family. I never want to take these wonderful things for granted. And on that note, I’ll upload a few pictures and then I must get showered!
Holding on for dear life!
Ben in the mornings with Samuel