Friday, August 31, 2012

A Muddled Mama {Confession}

I have a confession to make...

I am not a stellar nighttime parent.  In fact, I pretty much suck at it.

I don't like having my sleep interrupted (and I definitely am less accomodating when I'm tired, cranky, sick & pregnant).

Since we have been back from the BFIW (that's Big-Fat-Indian-Wedding) C-McC & I have both been sick with wicked colds. 

With the hubs going on call for the next week, that leaves nighttime parenting 95% on my shoulders (now don't get me wrong... I know I have it good... I know that one or two weeks of 'on-call' out of a month is nothing compared to some households - i.e. spouses gone for month[s] at a time), so last night C-McC ended up in bed with me... and drove me nuts. 

I had a hard time being compassionate (and there may have been an instance or two where my compassion flew out the window).  He'd snuggle up to his mama & then scream because I was touching him (you know, because I snuggled up to him).  He'd roll away and scream because he didn't know where I was.  At 4am, I had enough... I took him back to his own bed... gave him his water, snuggled him in his blankets and left. 

I'd.had.enough.

I then got two blissful hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Was I unreasonable?  Yes, I was.
Could I have been more compassionate?  Yes, I should have.

C-McC wasn't trying to piss me off... he just didn't feel well and had no way to explain his discomfort.  I'm sure he didn't even know what he wanted.

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