Some days are better than others

Although my daughter was a very colicky baby, lately we seem to have turned a corner in that regard and she is a far more pleasant and happy baby now.  Her smiles, expressions, and excitement in discovering new things are a gift to see and I love sharing those moments with her.  But even though I love my daughter more than I could ever have imagined, I also enjoy my free time in the evenings when my little one is asleep.  This is my time to get things done, my relaxation time, my re-grouping time, my ME time.  I spend these evenings preparing the baby's bag and making her bottles for the next day, cleaning up my home, and doing laundry.  Once that is all done, I have a chance to do things like have a bath, drink tea, read books, watch television, or write in my blog.  As a result, I stay up quite late and go to bed around midnight.

Lately this routine has worked quite well, as the baby sleeps mostly through the night and the two of us wake up refreshed and ready to start our day the following morning.  Last night, however, was a little different.  Elysia woke up at 4 am and cried (screamed would be more accurate) for hours.  Soother, bottle, diaper change, gripe water...nothing worked.  By 8 am both of us were exhausted, I called my husband in tears, and then I called my mom. 

I ended up spending the day at my parent's house and they helped me with my daughter.  How awesome my family is!  I guess being a parent doesn't end when your baby gets married and has a baby of her own.  Although some days are better than others, the good news is that mornings like this one are few and far between.  Thankfully, with the help of my family, this day ended up being much better than when it started. 

Right now my Elysia sleeps, tucked in bed and looking like a little angel.  Now is my rest time and I am enjoying a cup of tea and relaxing on the sofa.  Tomorrow is a new day...