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Exhaustion

Life with a newborn was exhausting, but I think because we were protected by the haze of it and I wasn't working (though I did go back at 6 weeks), it hurt a little less.  Plus, I was obsessed with watching Charlotte sleep and could readily admit that it was my own damn fault for being tired.  If I had listened and slept when she slept, things may have been easier.  But who can sleep when holding a cheeky baby one has waited 4 years to meet?  Exactly.

Charlotte is almost 7 months and better wake up one of these days with teeth.  My sweet, cheeky baby has been sleeping TERRIBLY.  For a while there, we had a great routine:  down at 7, up at 1, back down until 5, sleep until 7:30 when we'd get ready for work.  Lately, it's been ridiculous.  Like, down at 7:30-8:00, up at 12 and then every hour on the hour after that point.  Every night, we reach a certain point where I can't take it any more and just bring her to bed with me so I can nurse her laying down.  The rocking chair we have in her room is nice for quick visits but it's uncomfortable for hours upon hours of rocking/nursing.

Porch and I are both sick with some kind of cold and I don't doubt that we've shared some version of it with Charlotte.  I'm at a point of exhaustion that I haven't known in a very long time.  I come home from work, try to do as much housework as I can before I'm just done.  (It's not much.)  Last night, I tried to be proactive and go to bed a little earlier; it didn't matter.

I'm so happy to be the mommy of such an adorable nugget, she makes everything more amazing.  Even sleep.  When I stumble across the ever-so-rare night of 5 hours straight, I am like a whole new woman!

Until then, I can be found clinging to my coffee in the morning & looking remarkably like death warmed up.

xo
Momma Porch

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