So, last night I made the big mistake of 1. Staying up super late to make a blog and 2. jinxing myself by bragging about my teenage baby boy.
Sam decided to wake up at 5 in the morning to eat aaandd play. Kill me. Maybe he read my blog, maybe he can read my mind and wanted to spite me, I don't know what it is, but I'm tired.
Anyway, I got to thinking about how I get Sam to sleep these days and how much I've changed since I found out I was pregnant.
I SWORE before Sam was born that he would never sleep in my bed. Umm, that ended day two. I said I'd never rock him to sleep....then he got that diaper rash. I also wasn't going to let him get attached to anything, let him be held too often, or give in when he cries. Guess what? I'm holding him right now (because he was crying) as he sleeps holding a blanket. He's 3 months old and runs my show.
I thought of all things, I could learn to be a tough mom. FAIL. Some how, this little orangutan was able to find a way to regularly hang on my arm and made his way into my heart. I guess I didn't do so well in ensuring that the therapy business stays afloat, but maybe we can be friends.
So what? Once and awhile he sleeps with me (every night). I heard when you have a family bed, the kid ends up having really high self esteem. I guess Sam's going to love himself and life. Sam also knows how to get himself to sleep and so do I. And you know what? Sometimes when he cries, I go take a long shower and ignore him. Guess who's got the upper hand now, Sammy?
There's not a perfect way to do everything and there are no perfect mommies. But there's always a perfect way to love. I guess it makes it easy to think this way when you realize you're the only one that can get him to sleep.
Nap time for Mommy!
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