It’s no secret that my baby is a less than stellar sleeper. My sleep has been cut in half. I went from 8 hours of glorious shut eye pre-baby to logging a staggering 4 hours of broken sleep post-baby. The other 4 hours of my night is allotted for nursing and rocking my baby to sleep. It is challenging, frustrating and trying to say the least. It tests my patience daily.
It occurred to me this week though that my baby is growing up. Soon, he won’t rely on me to nurse and rock him. I don’t know whether that time will come in the next month or the next year but I know it is coming. In the meantime I am learning to relish and appreciate these sweet quiet moments of solitude.