There are a few sayings that have resonated with me lately.
"When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."
"God knows how much you can handle."
I tied a knot several days ago. And God certainly knows my limits. If He had any doubts, my constant prayers of "Dear God Help Me. I can't take it ANY more" would have clued Him in.
Yesterday morning was tough. No sleep for two nights followed by fussy, gassy baby. Then he cried in the car all the way to my doctor's appointment. I had to hold him on my lap while I had my stitches out (Mole, after second opinion, was deemed benign - yeah!). Then we came home. I was beat, done, hanging on for dear life.
Baby blew up his diaper. Then he slept for two hours. He woke up....happy. We played patty-cake and peek-a-boo. He laid in his swing happy and content. He ate, he napped again. I got to eat lunch, uninterrupted. Then he nursed and we both laid down and slept an hour. He was happy. We played some more. He napped again. This time for two hours. I took Daughter out and picked up dinner. Which we ate in peace. Then we all got baths/showers. Daughter played games on the computer and I worked a bit. Then I held and nursed Baby while reading bedtime stories to Daughter. Baby was a bit fussy before bed, but it was normal fussiness - not "I'm in pain and gassy" fussiness. I rocked him and put him down about 9:30.
He slept until......... TWO A.M. I slept great. Husband and I both said we were wide awake after that. Haven't slept that long in forever. Baby was a bit gassy and fussy until 4 am. But then slept till 6:30 am.
I feel like a new woman. Here's hoping things continue.
Thanks so much to everyone for your kind comments and emails. It helped a lot.