Another Sleepless Night

In my last post I raved that G slept through the night. He has since forgotten how to do this. Grayson has traded in those peaceful hours of sleep for hour upon hour of crying. The past few nights have gone something like this: I let him cry until it changes to a scream. I soothe and give him his pacifier. He cries...and cries. I change his diaper (still need to go get the overnighter ones to try) and soothe. He cries. Finally, he quiets down. Ten minutes later...he cries. Then I cry. And then when I feel loopy from lack of sleep, he falls asleep and so do I. He wakes crying a couple of hours later.

At one point last night I just laid down on the floor in our family room (the only furniture we have in that room is an activity mat and a bouncer chair), and just prayed that God would make this little boy sleep and that I would be given super natural patience.

I wanted to include this on here because being a mom is a tough job, and I want to be able to look back on the trials I faced (and conquered...hopefully!) as well as all of the sweet happy moments. For now, I will rely on my morning coffee to get my day going and I will take a nap whenever I can.