This morning was especially rough. I was exhausted... totally and completely exhausted. I got up each time during the night because H is a youth minister and teaches on Sunday morning, so I wanted him to get as much sleep as he could. When she wouldn't go back to sleep I actually cried a little. I am just so tired. Thankfully though, I got a nice 2 1/2 hour nap this afternoon, so I feel much better!
So here's the thing about getting up at night. I thought, and I feared, that I would dread it every evening and begin to resent Norah for making me get up... well, I don't at all. I am tired and groggy when I first hear her on the monitor, but once I get in there and hold her, I love the time I spend with her. She's my baby-- I can't get enough of her.
It is going to be so hard going back to work on the 14th. I am dreading it so much. I'm not ready. She's only 6 1/2 weeks old... she'll be 8 1/2 weeks when I go back, but I still don't think I'll be ready. I love being her all day with her. Ugh.. I don't want to think about it right now.
Here's a recent picture. This was taken yesterday when I tried a headband on her for the first time. It was so adorable... she looks like she's working out!