Thursday, July 26, 2012

Lazy Thursday Morning.

Here is the thing about babies and schedules.  They only work if you stick to them.  That seems pretty obvious, doesn't it?  I mean, of course a schedule will only work if you live by the schedule.  If you don't follow the schedule, then you don't have a schedule.  Seems pretty simple in execution, not so much.

See, if I get off a schedule, I have the willpower and the knowledge that I can reroute myself back onto the schedule.  A baby can't do that.  If you put a baby on a schedule, and then put her to bed an hour later than usual, that doesn't mean she sleeps in the next morning.  It means she skips her night feeding and then wakes up at least an hour earlier than usual, and is still cranky until her morning nap, which she may or may not take, because she's so tired she's absolutely delusional, going from crying to laughing back to crying, all in a split second, insisting that she MUST be held, which isn't really that easy of a task since she's grown a lot in the last four months and weighs in at about 15 pounds.  You try carrying all that around, wiggling and wriggling and writhing in your arms and try to get anything done.  Lack of a good night's sleep=nap strikes, which are a mother's worst nightmare.

Not that I'm speaking from experience or anything...

Since London Grace decided to have mercy and take a morning nap despite a late night, I'm sitting here in the quiet with my thoughts.  Sometimes thoughts just need to be written down so you can take a little pressure off your brain, or maybe so that they'll make a little more sense, or maybe just because they're dying to be put into words. And since I haven't really written anything in a long while, here is my brain on paper.
Some nights I go to bed and think I could sleep for a thousand years.
Some nights I go to bed covered in spit-up, drool, and my own sweat.
Some nights I go to bed and stare at the ceiling, overwhelmed by to-do lists.
Some nights I go to bed and am so glad I share it with someone who loves me.
Every night I sleep more soundly than I have my entire life.
My bed is kind of a sacred place these days.  It's one of my favorite places, if I'm honest with you.  Do not underestimate the value, and the power of sleep.  
You don't really realize how much someone is a part of your life until they're not anymore.  It not even that I'm dwelling on it, or waxing morbid in my thoughts.  I'm happy, life has moved on, and I'm not saying this to be depressing or to seek pity; it's just a fact of life.  This is something that never really ever goes away.  I'm becoming more and more OK with that.  C'est la vie, et je l'adore. 

I need to read more.  And more and more and more.  Voraciously, late hours of the night, every spare second, new books, old books, sad books, happy books, thinking books, children's books, dumb-girly-books, classic books, well-loved books, mysteries, romances, science fiction, fantasy worlds, dystopias, historical, realistic, post-modern, Romantic with a capital "R", poets, deeper meanings, and perfect, luscious prose. Please.

I never thought I would be one of those moms that got all teary-eyed from their baby getting bigger.  It's so exciting to watch a child grow and learn and steadily become more independent.  It's thrilling to watch this tiny little human become her own person.

But this week I had to go through London's wardrobe and pull out all the clothes she's outgrown in the last four months.  Is it silly that I maybe got a little sad as I realized that she'd never be able to wear any of these clothes again?  The smiles and cuddles and sweet, quiet moments of watching her sleep in these onsies and rompers and jammies and dresses are all past, we can never relive those seconds again.  That one outfit that I loved to pieces and she wore at least once a week can't even fit over her head anymore! 

So yes, while I am excited for my baby to grow up into a toddler, a little girl, a young woman, and eventually an adult, there's already some nostalgia here for yesterday.  Which, is anyone other than me really that surprised by this?  Probably not.
Today, I am swearing off to-do lists and savoring the day.  I may not even get out of my pajamas.  Or maybe I will, who knows?  Flying by the seat of my pants.  It's kind of exciting.  I think I foresee cookies in my future.


SupaFlowaPowa said...

hehe. i want to read more too. but i also want to sleep more. what to do, what to do?! you're so good, you actually folded the clothes - I just dumped it into a big old diaper box and called it a day. i'll try to be more organized and sentimental next time though, it seems like a good thing to do. hehe. enjoy the cookies!

robertandsharon said...

It's all the end!

Lisa said...

She is so beautiful!!! I think she looks a lot like Spicer in the third or fourth pic where she's looking down at her toy. Love you Babooshka!

7carrs said...

Can totally relate! Always have been excited for each of you as you start the next stage in your life- but when you see those little clothes it makes you yearn for the sweet little baby!
And someday you will be able to read more- pj's are great for reading in:)

Autumn said...

I still think about my grandpa everyday and he died my senior year of high school. I don't think it feels much different than what it did then, but it sure does motivate me to want to be in the same place he will be going.

I can't imagine how surreal it must feel to put up all of those still so very new baby clothes!