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Baby sleep is hard.
I’ve written about it before, about how tired I am, and why we co-sleep even tho we said we’d NEVER. I’ve shared a compilation of the flat out best baby sleep tips out there. There is just a whole lot that can be said about baby sleep.
And none of it actually makes those wide awake 3 am hours (and hours and hours) any easier.
None of it necessarily holds the secret to getting you through those long nights – until now.
The other day, something changed for me, in the way I think about my awake baby.
Now, I should say, that sleeping has gotten much better for us. Or it had. We’re nearing the Squishy Baby’s first birthday, and he often sleeps four 3 hours in a row, waking only for a few minutes at a time, and only a few times per night.
I am far more rested now than I was 6 months ago.
But, this past month, we’ve struggled.
My baby has refused to go down before 130, 2am. And when he does finally go down, it’s brief at best. We’ve spent long 3 hours stretches snuggling and praying for sleep.
My husband and I have shared exhausted + frustrated conversations and taken half hour turns despite the fact that he needs to get up at 7 and we (the baby and I) don’t. ( I am VERY blessed with my baby’s daddy.)
We spend alot more time just sitting on the couch this month, baby and I. I’ve never been a watcher-of-day-time TV but lately, I just turn it on to have something to look at while I sit, because I am too tired to do anything else.
The other day, squish wandered off to play with his little singing table and I pulled out my phone to surf Facebook – something else I almost never do. Partly because I don’t have time, and partly because the feed is filled with terrible and depressing things. (I know there’s cute pictures of babies and cats, but I tend to focus on the negative, so I choose to just not look at all.)
As usual, a terrible awful no good and heartbreaking article caught my eye.
I honestly can’t even tell you why I read it – normally when I discover that something is THAT gut-wrenching, I just close the page. It’s a life rule I have.
This was an article about a woman gynecologist working in a concentration camp in the war. She knew that pregnant women and babies would suffer terrible things, so she did the only thing she could to protect them – ended the pregnancies and killed the babies – in an attempt to maybe save their mothers. (That’s really all the detail you need for this to make sense. I can’t even link to the article because it is just too awful.)
That night, at 3 am, while I held my baby and wished for sleep I realized…
Just how blessed I am.
I thought about all the countless women have gone before me – who would give anything – ANYTHING – to spend sleepless nights holding their babies.
I realized I am literally living the dream, the soul-longing, of so many women who have been deprived this chance. It broke my heart, but it also changed my heart.
And I sat there, filled with gratitude, and swore I would never take the chance to hold my baby – to be awake with my baby – for granted again.
No, it didn’t make me less tired.
It just made it less hard, and that’s all I needed it to be.
Related: Remember Mommy: This too, Shall Pass
Your baby will learn to sleep.
He will not always need you, you will rest again.
If I could give you ANY advice about baby sleep, it wouldn’t necessarily be that you need a routine, or a sound machine. I wouldn’t necessarily tell you to co-sleep or to cry it out. (I mean, do what works for you, but that’s not what I would focus on.)
If I could tell you ANYTHING, and have you hear me it would be this: you are blessed beyond words to have a baby in your arms, just love him.