Tired

Another morning and big surprise: I’m tired. I don’t remember what it’s like not to be tired. Friends who are past the one year mark assure me that one day I will put Put Pie down to sleep at 7:00 and not come back into the room until 7:00 the next morning. I am starting to believe them. The other night, we put her down at 7:00 and she didn’t wake up until 6:00. So, why am I bithching? I don’t know, maybe because I’m tired.

Right now, what I’m working on is getting her on a regular nap schedule so that it will be easier to put her down at night. For awhile, we would put her down at night and she wouldn’t cry before falling asleep. Now, she’s back to crying for about 15 minutes before going down. 15 minutes doesn’t sound like a very long time until it’s your child and every fiber of your being is responding to that cry.

A few weeks back, I met a friend for dinner whom I had not seen in over a decade. I brought Put Pie with me even though we were meeting at 4:00. Put Pie’s golden time for bed is around 6:00 pm and if we go much later than that it’s a bummer for all involved. Anyway, the friend asked if I found that I had to give up anything since becoming a mother. Ha!!! I said, “Everything!” She looked surprised. Seriously though, nothing is as it was. I used to read, exercise regularly, have a social life, make love, fight (I still find time for bickering). I told her that going out at 4:00 pm with the baby was actually a late night out for me. I think no one has any idea how time consuming it is to take care of a baby until they go through it.

I really had a hard time adjusting to being the mother of an infant until I just started to live in the now. Now is the time I get to enjoy my baby. She’s only going to be a baby for a very short time and I don’t want to miss any of it. I’m blessed to be able to spend so much time with her. I might as well enjoy it.