There was no good way to get them both to bed. Will needed to be rocked until he was O. U. T. but I couldn't leave Sam alone while I tried to lull the cranky baby into sleep land. I couldn't put Sam to bed first because if I left Will's sight he would shriek at the top of his lungs making it impossible to settle the toddler who was learning to assert his independence by fighting bed time.
It was a juggling act that usually ended in tears from all parties.
So when Matt announced last week that soft ball was starting up I wanted to curl into a ball, put my hands over my ears and pretend it wasn't so. I think I even grumbled about it to him. The memories of those horrible nights a year ago came flooding back. Can you have PTSD from the terror imparted by your children?
|Could this kid be any cooler?|
I was free to spend a few quality minutes loving on my big boy and then focus on getting him to bed. Both boys were quiet and asleep within 20 minutes of each other. I was amazed. I even vacuumed the family room!
Does someone have a cape I can borrow? Because ya'll I felt like Super Mom!
My babies are growing up and while I have twinges of grief for their early days we are settling into this stage of life quite well and I'm really enjoying it.