I have a headache and I’m sleep-deprived but my “baby” is almost three years old.
What could be wrong, you ask?
My son has the habit of wanting to nurse all night long. ALL. NIGHT. LONG. After nearly three years, you would think I would be used to it and to a certain extent I am. But I think even a sound sleeper would wake up to tiny, cold hands fumbling with her nightshirt and grumbling in the dark.
And sometimes I just want to sleep. And sleep for a good, long stretch.
I try to tell myself to enjoy this time because a year from now, things will be different and I will wish to be awoken by little creeping toddler fingers on my chest…several times a night.
But I remember telling myself that exact same thing the year before that. And the one before that.
Sometimes nursing him is my favorite thing in the world. I love the quiet time to examine his flawless skin and beautiful eyes and his gentleness.
And sometimes I’m ready for it to be over. But as soon as I say that, my body reacts and the voice in my head says “No! Don’t say that! You’ll eat your words.” Blasphemy.
But sometimes I’m just tired and really want a night of uninterrupted sleep. I’m not even sure I’m capable of that at this point. I’ve spent every night with him for his almost three years (except for the three I was in the hospital for surgery and we all know hospital sleep is never uninterrupted).
I love him so much and I love the bond we have and I know it will end all too soon. And I love how much he loves it too. My oldest was fed formula so I never understood the attachment babies can have to nursing. It’s safe to say S would choose to nurse over any other activity or food.
And I don’t want to resent these moments…but I’m tired.
And I’m only nearing the end of writing this and already I have that feeling in my stomach. The one that says I shouldn’t say these things. I should be grateful for every moment. I should just trash this post because somehow saying I’m tired of it on occasion may cause him to stop and then think how sad I will be to see this time end.
I will be sad…but well rested.
And I am grateful for this time. But gratitude is so much more difficult when you’re freakin’ tired.