I’m feeling better today. Much better, actually.
I cried. And I cried. And I cried. And I said, through tears, how I thought I was no good at being Joshua’s mother. And I cried some more.
And then I went to a book signing for the new Body Farm novel and heard an interesting lecture by a fascinating man and went out to dinner with a friend. (And I also managed to go out to lunch with a friend, buy a new dress, and get in a nap yesterday, so today, with a clearer mind, I have no idea WHY I was in such a state yesterday. As much as I hate this excuse, it has to be hormone-related. HAS to be. My third AF post-baby is due any minute now and BOY is she wreaking havoc on my endocrine system.)
I felt a little more human when I went to sleep last night.
And then Joshua slept all night long.
(and I’m going to blog about why I think he did that in a bit. Trust me. You moms will want to hear this.)
And when he woke up this morning at 5:30, he drank a bottle (SHUSH WITH THE JUDGING. Yes, he still gets a bottle.) and went back to sleep for three more hours. Or close to three more hours.
And the snot seems to be a little more under control this morning. A little bit. But he’s got a cough now, so I’m hoping that nothing bad is settling in.
But he slept all night, so that’s worth something.
And I’m feeling much, much better today. It’s amazing what a full night’s sleep can do for a person’s sanity and clarity.