so, the whole swaddle-weaning thing is not going so well. who knew that, even after i'd sewn the armholes of the wearable blanket shut, my son would somehow get his arms out of the neckhole? you'd think that being so intent on breaking free, he would be happy once less confined, but no way. tonight was the first night that i really tried VERY hard to get him to sleep with his arms free. 30 minutes of tears later, i gave up and swaddled his arms. he dropped off to sleep for about 15 minutes (enough time for me to get nice and comfortable and sleepy in my bed) before escaping AGAIN. so now, rather than being interrupted from my precious sleep, i've decided to vent a bit and get interrupted from the computer instead. so far i've re-swaddled him 4 times and it's not even midnight yet. oh, there he goes again...
its times like this when the thought of having another baby scares the spit out of me. how am i supposed to handle a nursing infant who doesn't know night from day, when my oldest hasn't really gotten the hang of sleeping through the night yet and considers 5:30am a great time to wake up for the day?
my mom has promised me that having such a tricky child will ensure that my next one is a breeze. i've told her that means that if my next child despises sleep as much as tristan does, then she gets to keep it!
oh no, don't go thinking i'm about to announce that i'm pregnant or anything. we're not planning on making another little person yet, but as the months go by and the time we agreed upon looms closer, i find myself getting nearly panic stricken with the idea of having two.
that is when i breathe deeply in and out, and while i'm breathing out, i'm praying for God's peace to surround me and to take all of my anxieties away. there. that feels better already.
he's been quiet for about 10 minutes. dare i get warm and cozy in bed again? yes, i think i dare :)