I find it absolutely hilarious that my friend asked me the other day what surprised me the most about having a new baby and my answer was, “As little sleep as I get, I don’t feel zombie-like exhausted.”
Well, I spoke too soon and what little new mommy confidence I had came back to bite me because I racked up a total of only 22 hours of cumulative sleep the past 8 days. And the past few days the lack of sleep hit hard. A lot of tears. And a whole lot of, “What happened to my sweet Wyatt? And what in the world did I sign myself up for?!”
But God knew. And He gives strength. And angels. Angels in the form of a husband who takes off work so I can try to nap. Angels in a mother-in-love who comes for a perfectly timed visit during a trip planned months ago. And angels in a sweet friend who takes her first days of summer off to drive all the way to Nashville just to cook (amazing) food, rock my baby to sleep, and remind me to stop apologizing for the things I can’t control.
And He also sends us rainbows because this little chubby-cheeked boy slept 6.5 hours last night for the first time ever and I am so excited I could cry. Again. But for good reason this time.
That 3 month growth spurt is no joke y’all. Pure horrible insanity. And all the mamas said, “Amen!”
