But this is what my world is all about today:
At 2200 tonight CST, I will be punching into to work.
I think I will do better than I did when I went back to work after Samantha was born....poor 19 year-old gas station attendant asked how I was doing that night, and I broke down right there in front of him, sobbing. Oh, now that is a memory I look back on now and laugh hysterically about! Dude didn't know what hit him!
But, it's different this time.
I'm worried about Randy taking on the night shift with the kids. Not that I think he can't do it...just that he hasn't even attempted. I've been trying to prep him by making him get up with Sam when she wakes up in the middle of the night. (But he pretty much just crawls into bed with her and falls asleep...something I never do. She usually just needs a hug and a song and maybe another hug or 2, then night-night)
Cashton, on the other hand....every night (with the exception of last night) wakes up around 2 or 3am and nurses...then goes back to sleep until 5 or 6am (about the same time Sam wakes up for good) Sounds pretty easy, right? Well, he REFUSES to take a bottle. R.E.F.U.S.E.S!
Since he slept through the night last night, I'm praying that he will continue this miracle....otherwise Randy will have a few rough nights in his future....
Aside from me worrying about everyone else....I'm going to throw a little pity party for me...just for a second. I WANT TO BE A SAHM! I am not excited about the lack of sleep in my future. I admit, it is our choice to not have our children in daycare....so to do this, I work nights, Randy works days, and I don't sleep. :( With just one kiddo, it was hard, but at least I got to nap when she did.....now I have two to take care of.
Needless to say, I'm sad, and I'm scared.
Please, Pray for me.....