Last night, Seth and I were sitting in the living room after Carter went to bed. It was 8:30 and we were barely breathing from exhaustion. We began to discuss how something's gotta give with this whole nighttime thing. Getting up two to five times a night is certainly not leaving us feeling very refreshed, that's for sure. The frustration is apparent - it seems like a million people are praying for us and for him to sleep, yet nothing has really changed.
I guess some things in life just plain don't make sense.
I don't understand why he used to get up once and now it's much more. I hate that he has to deal with acid reflux. I don't understand why he had to get a respitory infection at 3 1/2 months. I haven't had a hair cut since he was two weeks old and it is a massive disaster. I don't like that daycare costs an arm and a leg. I haven't slept through the night since I was about five months pregnant.
Blah, blah, blah.
As we sat there and rambled off a million and one things we are frustrated with, it hit me like a bolt of lightening. We were straight-up smacking the One who's given us everything right in the face.
MAYBE the reason we can't seem to catch a break (or some Zzzzz's) is plain and simple: we're ungrateful and selfish.
Rewind, Danielle and Seth....let's talk about how you HAVE a baby who is happy and healthy to get up with. Because last time I checked, there are thousands of people out there dying to be parents but can't. How he may have acid reflux but how you also have medical insurance to be sure that you can get him a prescription to fix it. How,
thankfully, his bronchiolitis WASN'T something worse, like pneumonia. While we're at it, why don't we mention that spending time getting your hair cut is far less important than spending time with your little boy. How you have jobs to go to and have plenty of money to pay for child care. And, don't even talk about sleep, sister. You're waking up to tend to a part of
you, and then when you're done, you come back to a warm bed with a spouse who loves you.
It hit us hard. Perhaps what we need is a good old-fashioned attitude adjustment and then something will change. We are blessed beyond comprehension. We are parents to a baby who knows nothing else in life but to rely on us for his every need and who trusts us unconditionally. He doesn't remember that we were angry with him when we were up for the 6th time...in the morning, he STILL smiles at us when we bend over the crib to get him. And it can melt your heart.
There's a time for everything, right? Maybe for us it is "there is a time for sleeping...it's just not right now." :)
So, on we go, working on our attitude's and our hearts, appreciating what we have, and realizing that someday, though we can't comprehend it right now, we
will miss this stage. And when we see him driving away to college, I'm pretty sure we'll wish he was 4 months old again, waking us up every 90 minutes.
Carter Nicholas, we love you more than words can say. We're so sorry we get frustrated with you. You're just a little boy and still figuring out this great big world. We'll maintain, for now, that the reason you get up so much is just because you want to see your mommy and daddy so much.