It would seem that as baby ‘J’ is approaching 1-year-old, things are starting to calm down a bit. He now only wakes up once at night (as opposed to 4 times) and last night he slept from 8pm to 4am, had a bottle and then went back to sleep until 7am. It would’ve been the best sleep I’ve had since he was born were it not for iDaddy’s fog horn snoring followed by him shuffling about the house in the early hours before going to work.
Bless him. He did try to close the front door quietly – as in I could hear the door creaking into the frame for about a minute before a final thud. I guess it’s the thought that counts.
Even though I’m still tired most of the time. I don’t feel like I’m going to die. So that’s good! I’m finally starting to feel like my life will be bearable once again.
Now that baby ‘J’ is able to feed himself somethings and is happy to entertain himself for short periods – it is like a weight has been lifted. I have more moments where I can give my daughter the attention she craves and the odd moment where I can drink a whole cup of tea!
I just want to thank the universe for what may seem like small yet are MASSIVE developments. A few weeks ago I literally thought that baby ‘J’ would be going on his first date or job interview still stuck to my chest.
I just hope I haven’t jinxed it!