The weather is amazing right now. Warm enough during the day for jeans or shorts and a t-shirt, but a sweatshirt is a must once the sun goes down. The sun is shining, there's a cool breeze...one of the few days in Texas that actually feels like fall!!!
Yesterday evening was our first church picnic, and Jack's first picnic! I think he had fun, although the playground slide and jungle gym were a little over his head. I made homemade potato soup and beer bread, and sat with wonderful friends and had a great time! Jack was sporting his adorable outfit that Leah gave him. Everyone loved it! Just in case you can't tell, it says "I'm beary scary" on it! Eek! He's so cute!
He did sleep in his carseat for a while, but woke up once it was dinner time. I feel like 90% of the pictures we have of Jack are when he's sleeping...I promise he's awake sometimes!
So, last night, Jeff and I left the little one (for the first time) and headed out to a nice dinner. It was wonderful to just be together, not wondering when he's about to wake up, worrying that he's too hot or cold...it was just nice! My mom was with Jack and I think she enjoyed it, and we did, too. I missed him, but honestly, sometimes it's just nice to get away! And last night was nice because I wasn't just leaving him with Jeff to run to Target!
We came home, chatted with mom a bit, and got everyone ready for bed. Jack ate at about 8:15 and probably went down at about 9. He's been nursing every 4 hours, so Jeff and I headed to bed around 10 to try to get in a little sleep before feeding #1 of the night.
Around 3am, I woke up. Not to grunting or screaming that I interpret to mean "FEED ME!!"...I just woke up. First thought is...is he alive? Scary! I jumped out of bed and peeked in his bed...looks like he's sleeping...put my hand on his little chest to make sure he's breathing...um, he is. He's just SLEEPING! That means he's been sleeping since 9pm...6 hours! What? I crept back into bed, hoping not to wake the little one, knowing that he'd let me know if he's hungry...if I get to sleep fast, maybe I could get in a few more minutes before he wakes up!
I roll over at 5am and hear a little grunting. #1, he's still alive, #2...I've been sleeping for 7 hours! Count them, 7 hours! Not 7 hours spanned between the hours of 8pm and 8am, 7 hours in the last 7 hours! A-maz-ing.
I almost didn't know what to do! The last time I slept more than 3 hours at a time was, oh, 5 weeks ago! It was wonderful.
And so I send this note out to Jack:
You did such a great job sleeping last night! Did you see how much more patient and happy mommy was today after getting a reasonable amount of sleep? I know you can do just as well tonight...and tomorrow night, and the next night, and the next night... Just so you know, you're such a good boy, even if (when) you wake me up tonight every 4 hours and make my 7 hour night seem like a dream, I will feed you, whisper things about sleeping for a few extra hours in your ear, and nicely put you back to sleep.
Love and hugs,
We packed up the car this past weekend to make the treck to the motherland...our first long car trip! Jack's been a pretty good car rider, especially since we introduced the pacifier (whoever invented those things deserves a Nobel Peace Prize) so we weren't too worried about him...
I forget to eat. This has NEVER been a problem for me before...and I mean never. I can't think of one time in my life before this when lunch time has slipped by me.
I wear foundation. I've never worn foundation! How else can one cover up these bags under ones sleep deprived eyes?
It's made me a really good napper. Before this, I wasn't one for a nap...like maybe once a year, I'd nap. Now a nap is a necessity!
Even when I'm standing without Jack, I'm constantly swaying!
I now completely understand why moms do all the things I said I'd never do as a mother. And I will never again, even in the slightest way, judge another mom for doing pretty much anything they said not to do in those pre-birth classes. Being a mom to a newborn is hard! You'd be crazy to not at least entertain the thought of giving a pacifier before they say it's ok to or thinking bottle feeding sure would be easier than breast. It takes a lot of patience to be a mom to Jack. A lot! I can even see how moms do the crazy extreme things they do...sometimes in the middle of the night when the sweet thing won't stop crying and I've tried everything in my bag of tricks for hours on end and nothing's working, I can understand how moms end up doing the crazy things they do! Don't worry, I'm not about to jump off the ledge, I'm just saying...I can understand.
Hate to end on a negative note...so look how cute he is!
Oh, and it's also made me have long fingernails...only because if I can't do something with one hand, chances are it doesn't get done very often. And filing is one of those things!