While He's Sleeping and Not Crying...

Whew! Okay, so five days ago I promised I'd write...and I was about to write that Sam is sleeping, but never mind. I'll be back...hopefully sooner than 5 days from now.

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Okay, so two hours later...

I'm not very good at the whole "let him cry" thing. My little man has me pretty well trained. He cries and I come a runnin'. However, I'm slowly learning that sometimes I need to let him cry or else I'll go crazy. Once Stonewall left, the first 2 weeks I was by myself I only got about four hours of non-consecutive sleep. I was miserable and frustrated. Now the past couple of nights, as long as I know Sammy's fed and dry, I just let him cry. Three hours of consecutive sleep has never felt so wonderful. Now I need to work on letting him cry during the day because my house is starting to look like something on "Clean House" (Okay, a bit of an exaggeration) and I'm getting tired of eating dinner after 9:00 PM.

So other than the aforementioned issue, I'm settling into motherhood quite well. Obviously, I have the hardest time putting Sammy down. I want to cuddle and hold him all day long. He's so soft and warm and very very cuddly. He likes to snuggle his little body into mine and sleep. I can't resist his little upturned face and big blue eyes and make him sleep in his crib when I'm more than capable of holding him. I'm such a sucker for a cute face. Plus, now he's beginning to have real smiles. A majority of them are still baby gas smiles, but sometimes when I'm cooing at him he smiles at me and I fall even more in love with him and the chances of me putting him down drop dramatically.

Well, Stonewall and I are no longer in the same country. That sucks. Watching him say goodbye to Sammy was probably the hardest thing I've ever witnessed. One week was not enough time with his newborn son.