Jonas. He wakes up every night crying. We change his diaper, offer him water, give him tylenol, what usually works to quiet him down is nursing him. He'll sleep for a couple of hours and then he's up again. I feel so tired every morning that I don't know what to do. I was hoping that as he was getting older, our sleep problems would have receded a little, but that's not happening. Jeremiah and I sometimes guess and assume he is teething, but I don't see any new teeth popping up.
I am relishing every moment
I have with my Jonas, because I will soon be working. I feel so bummed about having to leave him for so many hours a day. I keep thinking of all the things I'm going to miss. He's growing so fast and I wish I could be there for every new thing he learns. I was lucky enough to have most of his first year off. I went to school, but that was only a few days out of the week. Now I'm going to be away 40 hours a week. I think I'm taking it harder than he will. I'm going to miss our days together. I know he'll be fine with my mom, but I can't stop thinking about how much I'll miss spending time with him.
I was putting his pants on him the other day.
I looked at his feet, they looked so small and adorable. I was overwhelmed with love. I hugged him tight, as he was attempting to wiggle out of my arms. This little person I am raising is mine, all mine. He is a sweet little guy, too. He rests his head on my chest, as if he's telling me, "I love you, too, mama."
A year ago, we stared at this little person who couldn't talk and barely moved. Now, he communicates so well. I understand most of what he tells me or points at. Although, there is one thing I can't seem to understand. He's been saying, "dacorn" or "d'accord". One sounds like popcorn and the other is a french word. I don't know, I guess I'll keep trying to figure it out.
