Maxime is eighteen weeks! As I say every week, it is hard to believe this little boy is eighteen weeks...my little boy is eighteen weeks! And, another weekend without Daddy...and another weekend of this Mama starting to lose a piece of her mind...for reals. Of course, this would be the week that Maxime decides to no longer sleep through the night. I totally set myself up for this...putting it on the blog that he was such a great sleeper and then with Jake being out of town...it was like the perfect storm. Ugh. It has been a ROUGH week...and I am exhausted. Max has been waking up constantly throughout the night. I have no idea what it could be and when you have a baby that has been sleeping through the night pretty much since birth, you start to drive yourself crazy wondering what the issue is!!! He has a bit of a cold and I have fully transitioned him to the crib (I figured why not when he is crying either way)...so, could it be one of those reasons? Could he be too hot or too cold? Is he hungry? Yep, driving myself totally crazy. And, I have a REALLY hard time letting him cry...it is just so sad, but I starting down that path...we'll see how it goes. The last thing this Mama needs is any more crazy in my life!
So, what did week eighteen bring for Max? Well, clearly it brought lots of sleepless nights...sad...for both of us (but more for me since I don't take naps during the day (which is really sad - I think I really need to bring naps back into my daily docket) and I have to take care of lots of little boys). It also brought the nighttime crib transition...the jury is still out on this one, but he isn't moving back to the rock and play...the fact is, he is too big...it had to happen and it has happened. But if I became a believer in anything, it was the rock and play sleeper...it made a believer out of me. BUT, now we are past the rock and play sleeper and I am getting up all night with a baby...I am not feeding him, just giving him his pacifier. However, we all know how old that game gets...we played it for a LONG time with Sam. We'll see what happens. The "cry it out" method just doesn't seem to work for our boys...or maybe it just doesn't work for me. I know I just need to be consistent with it...just hard some nights. Ok, moving on. So, I cannot believe I forgot to mention last week (probably because I was drowning my poor me sorrows in a bottle of wine) that I got Max to giggle. That is right - I (me, as in not Jake) got Max to giggle. Sadly, no one else heard him...but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. Anyway, I haven't really been working on the giggles this week...we are both too tired. He has definitely been crankier this week due to the lack of sleep. By the end of the night, he is all done with the day. It is sad because he really is such a happy, little guy. His naps are still hit or miss. We are in this season of sleeplessness...I know from experience that it is a short season, so I embrace the bad sleeping habits...and hopefully, embrace it with a happy heart. It is about time I start eating the words I serve to my boys every single day. I am still throwing a swing nap in every now and then...I like to keep things spicy in the Saylor house.
Yes, it has been a rough week. Between the single parent gig and the sleepless nights, I am ready for a vacation...by myself! I have reached my wall. I knew I would reach it...ten days solo is my wall...and other times ten hours solo is my wall. I know I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me and I believe it...but sometimes, I just don't want to...I'm just being honest. Yes, I want life to be easy and go my way...but I know the life I have is one the Lord wants me to have, and I know that He loves me so much. So, tonight (on the eve of my husband returning,,,well, now I am into the day he is returning...why do I stay up so dang late when Jake is traveling...why, because I enjoy torturing myself!!!) I can rest in that sweet truth...praise God. And, thank the good Lord that Daddy is coming home!!!