Gotta roll with the punches

Gotta roll with the punches
I can’t believe this guy is 3 weeks old today. By now, we have worked out a system where Joe takes the late night shift and I tackle the early morning hours. This way we give each other the gift of sleep. But somehow, we never feel rested.
With this week, all predictability has gone out the window. No longer can we rely on Lincoln just eating and sleeping in 3-hour chunks. He wants to stay up more and more and actually become a human. Sometimes our days blend into nights, and then before we know what happened, the sun rises again. I feel delirious practically all the time, so when I don’t know why he’s fussy or fights sleeping even though he’s tired (and so am I), I get a little frustrated.
That’s why I’m grateful for mornings like this one where he was peacefully enjoying being awake. Looking at his little face and bright shining eyes, as if in deep thought, I suddenly no longer cared that he had jipped me of my expected hour of sleep. I was just happy that he was happy. I guess this is parenthood!   #thelincolnlog

 



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