I can't understand how much love a parents can have for their children. Even through the challenging moments. Or perhaps that is what enables us to love them so very much. Jayme slept so sporadically I thought I was going to go crazy. Just when I was on the verge of losing is, she quit nursing. After days of trying, and after unending tears and frustration, I finally switched her to a bottle. I suppose it was a blessing in disguise. Jon and I switched off night time feedings for awhile. I got to catch up on my sleep a bit.
She started to sleep through the night not long after we put her on a bottle. On those rare nights she wakes up, Jon is kind enough to get up with her. I told him since I was pregnant with her for 9 months and since she was attached to my mammary glands for 3 months, he could handle a few midnight feedings. I'm thankful for a husband who doesn't see babies as 'womans work'.
And this beautiful little red head seems to have never outgrown her 'colic'. They said she would settle down around 4 or 5 months old, but nope. Maybe it just that red haired temper coming out. Some days I just wanna scream. But I don't really mind. I'm realizing she won't be tiny forever. One day she will be just as busy as her big brother and won't have time for so many mommy cuddles.
Watching her grow and learn just amazes me. I suppose I talk on the phone too much, since she has mastered how to put the phone [or anything that resembles a phone] to her ear and says "Hi!!" She says "Yay" "Wow" "Uh oh" and some variation of "kitty". I can't say it, but somehow we know exactly what she's talking about. It's rather cute.
I'm looking forward to obtaining enough patience and wisdom to get to her adult years with both of us still alive.
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| Just minutes old. |
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| With Mama. One day old. |
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| And now a full year old |
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