... I start thinking that it is time to jump off a cliff, if only to end up in the hospital for a few days of sleep, Baby has a decent nap.
What a sporadic good/bad sleeper I have on my hands.
All I could think of while I rocked him to sleep today was: SO WHAT if sleep experts think babies should fall asleep on their own. Even though my bad back is getting worse, even though I don't get anything done, and even though I am just as often resentful of having to put him to sleep - I get to hold his beautiful, sleeping little body in my arms and rock, rock, rock. Love, love, love.
Only about 90% of the time does my mind wander to another little boy who might have liked to rock.
Is it possible for the soul to burst with love for two boys; one very much the light of our lives and one the gaping hole in our hearts?