Those words give me comfort every night when I am up nursing my 5 month old.
They brought me comfort with all my babies. I eagerly awaited the six week mark when they started sleeping 3-6 hour stretches. And then again until the four month mark when in desperation (and after much research) I used the sleep training method introduced by Dr. Ferber. (This will serve to be a very good post one day. A hot-topic of sorts!)
With this baby, my last, I’ve had a hard time bringing myself to sleep train him. I don’t mind waking with him 2-3 times a night still.
What I wasn’t prepared for was playing the “get back in bed for the 200th time” game with my 2 year old. The only words that come to mind are those my mother said to me when I was a “challenge”: “just wait until you have a little girl.
Well played Mom. Very well played. I got me for my little girl.
She’s a firecracker. A spitfire. The girl has spunk. A lot of it! She rules the roost around here most times. And those 4 little words that brought me so much joy and comfort,.. they don’t stand a chance with Ellie. This will not pass. It’s in her personality. I know this because it’s in my personality. It’s in our character.
A friend once said to me (before we knew we were having a third) “she was born to be a middle child”. I’m a middle child too;)
She’s also the only girl on my husband’s side. His (paternal) grandmother had 3 boys and his mom had 2 boys. So yeah, she can do no wrong. Not when she sprays on lots and lots of perfume. Not when she climbs on the bar stools and then walks on the counters. Not even when she washes her hair with Palmolive just after a bath. Not ever.
But I am ever so thankful that she’s healthy enough to be “this challenging”.
I’m also thankful for coffee. Lots and lots of it. Because I know that this long night too shall pass;)
Eventually.
Let the games begin sweet girl!
