2005.06.15 - lurve. and oh, yes, sleep -
Lurve. True Lurve. That's what I'm feeling.
Everyone (well, everyone but Brooke and a few unlucky souls like her) falls in love with their baby. I'm no different. But oh, what a love....
We're a kissing family, which is interesting, as I grew up in a non-kissing family. My favorite thing to do is to pick up Truman from his bed when he starts fussing and cover his face with kisses, hugging him tight and being in love with his cuteness. He makes the strangest little bird noises that give me shivers of delight. He chirps, and snuffles, and my heart aches.
Did you see what I just wrote? That's right, I'm letting Truman sleep alone, without me. Sometimes. I put him down for early morning naps, and evening naps, and late night ones. We've got quite a schedule; I've been going out on interviews in the early evening, letting him snooze, then getting him up for a couple of long feedings, and finally putting him down again around 11. Then he sleeps until about (well, now) 1:30 a.m. while I frantically try to do all the things I didn't do all day because I needed focus. He wakes up for some milk while I finish, and by the time he's snoozing again, I'm done and ready for bed. And last night...oh, you're not going to believe it...I put him to bed in the cradle and crawled into our empty bed with my hubbie. He would have been thrilled, had he been awake.
Instead, he was awakened around 5 a.m. with Truman's pained snuffling. The poor babe has such a stuffy tiny nose. And it's noisy, and gets in the way of his intake of delicious warm mama's milk.
In the end, though, I don't get much sleep. Because he wakes up around 8 and just hangs out, looking sideways at the pretty bright light coming in the window. So I have to talk to him in between my catnaps. And this morning? I swear...he smiled at me.
And it was lurve all over again. Sleepless, delicious, lurve.
is it smiles or is it just lurve?