The little man is getting bigger and it’s wonderful. Every day he seems to change in some little way. He’s not the same kid that he was 3 weeks ago and I am definitely not the same woman I was 3 weeks ago.
Every day I feel like I get a little bit better at managing the changes in our lives. I get a little more confident in my own skills. Our little family is starting to get it’s own groove and it’s lovely.
HUBBY has been back at work for a week now and I’m managing, not just managing but enjoying our day together. It’s great.
We’ve gotten his poop problem under control but in it’s place we’re now battling with wind/gas which is making him unsettled. This has meant that night time sleep is not happening like it used to. Last night he was up every 2nd hour between the hours of 10pm and 6am. Not fun for any of us. It’s made even more painful because I’m currently trying to stave off a cold.
I think I’ve managed to let myself get so run down that I’ve gotten a small cold. I’m praying madly that it doesn’t transfer to Sam. Yesterday I was pretty shattered to the point where HUBBY finished work early just so I could go to bed – which was handy because it meant I was able to be up with Sam all night last night.
I find myself missing Sam when I hand over to HUBBY for the evening shift so I can get some sleep. I spend so much time with him during the day and I love it. I love watching him sleep. I love reading with him. I love just pottering around the house talking to him about everything and nothing.
I am so blessed and so thankful. I’m also so tired…