Disclaimer: This photo is WAY more happy & upbeat than the following article…proceed with caution.
It’s 2:30 in the morning & I’ve been up for a good two hours already. At 24, almost 25 weeks pregnant, sleep is a precious commodity. Between the multiple trips to the bathroom & the toddler who keeps waking up crying for me in the middle of the night…it’s downright EXHAUSTING!
I won’t sugarcoat things because I want to be as transparent & honest as possible. I feel like crying. I feel like screaming. I feel like I’m doing this parenting thing all wrong. Why won’t my almost 2-year old sleep through the night?
I feel guilty because I know she’s probably not getting the quality sleep she needs & I would legit do ANYTHING to get her to sleep through the night. How in the heck am I going to make it through the newborn stage again? Waking up every 2-3 hours, probably even more? How am I going to go back to work & do my job correctly if I can’t sleep?
Ugh you guys…I wish I had the answers, I seriously do. It would make this SO much easier & a much more uplifting post tan what it’s turning into. But let’s face it, not every day of motherhood is filled with snuggly babes & a full 8-hrs of sleep. I mean at this point…I’d take a solid 6-hrs of sleep. I could be being overly dramatic or it could be the exhaustion talking (insert shrugging shoulder emoji).
All I know, at the end of the day, I have to keep trying. I have to keep giving it my best because that’s what my babies deserve. I’m going to fail, A LOT, but as long as I keep picking my exhausted butt back up, then I’m doing it right. And I can only do that with Gold holding my hand & pushing me forward.
I can’t be the best mom for my kids or the best wife for my husband or even the best at my job if I don’t seek out the Lord & HIS plan for me. So while I’m laying here on my couch, because our bed was too uncomfortable & our room was too stuffy, as I’m laying here praying for sleep, DESPERATELY praying for sleep, I’m also going to pray for His guidance & His strength to make it through tomorrow.
And I’m going to be grateful for my babies & the life that He’s entrusted me with. I might be crying out of pure exhaustion, but I’m going to be a grateful crier.
Thanks for stopping by, friends!
2 thoughts on “Grateful Crier”
love you, Rosie!
Love you too, Dad!!