Three months. Wow. In some ways, it’s hard to believe so many weeks have passed. And then again, it seems like a million years since we’ve all felt rested. It’s true what they say; every child really is different. At this stage, my firstborn was sleeping from 10:30 p.m. to 7:30 a.m. without interruption, and her naps were long and frequent. Our newest little bundle – not so much. Every nap is accompanied by a few hail marys that she’ll actually fall asleep. And when she does drift off, the time is spent nervously glancing at the clock every fifteen minutes wondering how long she’ll stay asleep. Whatever it is you’re about to suggest, I’m sure I’ve tried it. And here is what I’ve come to: I’m accepting that she is her own little person, with her own temperment and needs. And as long as she is, in fact, getting sleep, my time would be better spent managing my expectations than managing her sleep schedule.
She has a sweet spirit, serious expression, and she’s discovering her voice. She finds Evyn fascinating, and loves to watch her dance. Patty-cake and Little Piggy are favorite games and she doesn’t care if her face gets wet in the bath (Evyn has hated water above the shoulders since birth). Most people don’t think she looks more like me or my husband; instead they think she looks most like Big Sister. I agree. Now if she’d only sleep like her Big Sister… 😉