It's been rough going here the past two days. Isabella has TERRIBLE gas and she is miserable at random moments of the day. We're back to using gripe water and mylicon constantly. My sweet little baby girl hasn't been sleeping through the night for the past week. She's hungry all the time during the sleeping hours of the night. She's definitely hit another growth spurt. Am I complaining? No, not at all! My sweet baby girl is teething, fighting who knows what kind of virus (she had a fever earlier in the week, now has the gas galore, and has a wee bit of a congested cough when she wakes up from a nap). Am I tired? Sure. Would I love a full night's sleep again? Absolutely. Here's where the perspective comes in.
Two years ago, I wasn't pregnant, wasn't close to being pregnant, and slept all night long. I didn't have to get up and nurse a hungry, teething baby. But that's because I didn't have a hungry teething baby to nurse. I would take the sleepless nights of having a hungry, cranky, fussy, clingy baby ANY DAY over not having her at all. I may be tired, but she brings me so much joy, so much peace, and so much purpose. There are too many moms who complain when they get no sleep. They complain that their baby needs them too much. Not I. Isabella is what makes all the lack of sleep and frustrating bedtimes all worth it. When I look in her beautiful blue eyes and see that smile that tells me she knows who I am, it makes everything all worth it.
It's all about perspective. I could sleep all night and never have someone wake me up in the middle of a good dream. But that would mean that I didn't have my sweet Isabella. I'd rather be a tired and loving Mom any day.
Happy Birthday to my Hero
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