You there, you who prayed for us - that our daughter would overcome her cold and we would get a good night of sleep. You are wonderful, dearly loved, deeply appreciated people. I don't know who you are, but thank you from the bottom of my well-rested heart.
Wednesday we put Reagan to bed, turned on some very quiet music, and walked out of the room. She screamed her hoarse howl for about 10 minutes, then got sick of it and sacked out - somewhere around 8:30. And then she slept until 7:45 the next morning. I nearly burst into tears when I woke up at 4 AM and realized she was still sleeping SOUNDLY and everyone was tucked snugly into their very own bed. It was a blessed night. You can bet Reagan was greeted upon her great awakening to a momma standing in her room, clapping her hands and cheering for her. To which she responded, "Where's Daddy?" Seriously, life would be so boring for her without me.
Now, Thursday I woke up feeling a little "off" myself. But I managed to ignore it and just pretend I was fine. Thursday afternoon I knew I had gotten her cold, but was relieved to not feel HORRENDOUS.
Last night, we put Reagan to bed, turned on the music, Daddy rocked with her for 5 minutes, put her down, walked out of the room and she blissfully drifted off to sleep. Again, this morning, she had to be woken up in order to be ready to go to the sitter. And I feel the same today as I did yesterday. I don't have much of a voice, which could be a small problem come Sunday morning when I am supposed to lead praise team. We'll deal with that when it comes.
But right now, I am just so relieved and happy to thank you for praying for Reagan, for us, for some good rest.
I know, I know, everyone wants to say, "Oh you think its bad now...wait till you have two." And quite honestly, I don't find those words all that helpful or funny. I had a baby with colic so I KNOW what sleepless nights filled with a baby's screams are like. Brian and I took turns sleeping for the first 6 months of Reagan's life. What that means is one night I would sleep, the next night he would sleep. Certainly, we've walked the sleepless road before.
We also know that every baby is different. And it is possible that our next little bundle of joy will be just exactly that - not colicky. Or it could be exactly the same. But we are prepared for that, in a way. We know a LOT of tricks when it comes to comforting a cranky infant.
The difference is this: cranky infants lay in your arms and cry/scream. Cranky toddlers have an unbelieveable amount of strength and are capable of not only propelling their bodies from your arms, but also screaming a LOT louder than many adults. Also, they do not fit in baby swings or swaddling blankets - therefore few coping mechanisms are left.
Except, of course, for liberal amounts of alcohol. But that currently only benefits Hubby, so I don't count that either.