Sometimes, like almost every night, I ask myself, Why does Jane have to wake up & cry for an hour and a half? I’ve pretty much given up on actually figuring out why she does this, since every theory I can fathom gets debunked, so this question really means: Why am I so unlucky to have to put up with this?
But if I was feeling less self-pity (which is rare), I might ask myself, Why do I have such a beautiful, sweet baby who is pleasant 22.5 hours of the day? Why does she love to sing and dance, already at 8 months? Why does she laugh when I kiss her tummy or play peek-a-boo? Why does she have an adorable little dimple when she chews or purses her lips? Why does she think Simon is so hilarious? Why does she smile every time she sees her daddy? Why does she smile & rest her head on me every time she sees someone new? Why does she have such tiny hands and feet? Why does entertain herself so easily? Why is she so flexible when we’re out and about? Why do Cheerios make her so cheery?
Why is she so Jane?
‘Cause she is. And this is why she has to wake up and cry, I guess. Although I’d like her to sleep through the night, I wouldn’t want any other baby. I’m sure I’d feel the same way about any baby we could have had, but we had Jane, and I’m so glad we did.
She is so adorable. looking at simon’s pictures at same age & they look alike I think. Sorry your not getting to sleep thru the nite but this sleep pattern of hers will most likely correct soon. “This too will pass” You and Neil have beautiful children!!
So glad you are grasping onto all the things to be grateful for, instead of focusing on the negative. Meagan didn’t sleep through the night until she was over 9 months old – a crazy difference from Morgan who slept through the night at 6 weeks old! But just like you, despite the lack of sleep and the frustration that goes with it, it was part of who Meagan was and I wouldn’t trade her for the world. Each baby is going to have some negative (and then as they get older rebellion and sin) that will throw you exasperating curve-balls, but even those the Lord used to refine and change my character and rely on him. Praise God for it! P.S. Cute pics of Jane!
Sweet words, Kalie! A picture I have stuck in my mind that makes me happy recently is Neil riding his bike down 91 near the bumpy train tracks and your 2 kids in the carrier bouncing & laughing hysterically–SO CUTE and happy! You’re doing a good job!
Thanks for the encouragement, everyone. It helps hearing from mothers who have the long view.