Joy Boy's room is finally done...I know, I know. He IS three months old but, I'm a busy mama! Plus, why worry about readying a nursery that won't be used for awhile anyway because doesn't baby sleep in mom and dad's room for the first few months? The first night we did our routine, final bottle, rock to sleep, swaddle, passi, kisses, bed. Babe and I climbed into bed together, alone for the first time in months. Joy Boy did fine until about 3am. The rest of the night I spent crawling out bed to fumble around in the dark trying to find his passi and pop it back in his mouth only to awaken 45 minutes later to the same thing. The next morning I decided that he just had to get used to his oh-so-cute red and white checked sheets. Night two was the same thing, until about 6am when I brought him into our room and put him in his pack-n-play. He slept until 9! Night three (last night) I only lasted until 1am. After he woke up I brought him into our room and he slept soundly until 8:30. I don't know if he is lonely or misses the sound of his daddy snoring or what but I won't be taking the Pack-n-play down for awhile!
When we moved the twins into their room they did great...but they sure weren't lonely, they had each other. Just goes to show you that everyone is different...even babies!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Let's just go ahead and get things going...
My husband (Babe) and I have been married for almost three years, He is from India and I am a good old American girl. This has made for some huge changes in both of our lives from the way we grew up, but we are in love and we take our marriage covenant seriously so these changes have served only to better us. HOWEVER our families, Okay, mostly my Mother-in-Law, (Mil) have a hard time with all of the cultural differences. This rears it's ugly head occasionally.
Nine months after we were married we found out that we were pregnant...with twins (Thing one and Thing Two) When our twins were eight months old we were shocked with the news that we had another little bundle on the way...by the time he arrived we had recovered from the shock. He's our little Joy Boy.
Now, all of this gestating and baby-taking-care of has left my body in a terrible state...not that it was in a good state to start out...so I am trying to take better care of myself.
Welcome to my world!
One of my new years resolutions is to be more honest with myself...
I need to see life how it is, not how I would have it if I were living in my "perfect world". I have come to realize in my nearly 29 years that it will never be perfect...at least my definition if the word. I am learning to sit back and enjoy each day as a gift from God.
I am able to get out of bed
My children are able to draw breath to wake me up
I woke up next to my husband
I am loved more than I could ever imagine by my Heavenly Father.