After Addy and Daddy's first night came to its conclusion when Addy went down for the night at 9:00 p.m., little did I know that we were far from done. Addy would come back for her revenge in form of the "The Beast", and she would time it to her advantage. Was it the 3 mile walk? The butchered bath time? We shall never know. I believe that somehow she knew I vowed to myself not to lose to a 6 week old, and she would attack when I was at my weakest.
As 10 p.m. rolled around I simply thought to myself, "Addy is asleep. I'll enjoy this time to myself". Maybe I would continue to play through my season of MLB on the Xbox, or perhaps just watch some T.V. All the while I was helping to create what would become my demise.
Addy began to squirm around at about 2:45 a.m., a good little sleep for a baby so young. I thought to myself "Maybe she will just take her pacifier and go back to sleep". I think this was actually a dream I had dreamt prior to her rousing. I should keep dreaming. She took the pacifier and closed her little eyes and suckled away, so I began to return to bed. I flipped the pillow over to the cold side, and no sooner than my head hit the pillow, Addy began hollering at me. I rose again, walked over, and replaced the pacifier. I walked the ten paces back to bed, rustled into a comfortable position, only to hear the cries of my little girl. Was she messing with my mind? Was she slow-playing my downfall? If you answered Yes to yourself, I second your notion.
I got her out of bed, fed her the bottle that I had prepared prior to going to bed (I would forget to do this with the morning feeding making for a fun hour of screaming Addy) and she began to eat. If I could learn to do it, and had someone to feed me, I would love to master the art of eating my dinner while falling asleep that babies seem to have mastered. She was asleep again in my arms, but her head hit the pillow, and she kicked her plan into action. From 3:30 a.m. until 5:45 a.m. she would take her revenge. I eventually realized I would not sleep again any time soon. Then, when she had seen her plan to its conclusion, she took one last look into her Daddy's blood shot eyes, and she passed out at the drop of a dime (another art of the baby I would love to master). She would wake again at 7:00 a.m. ready to take on the day.
I sat on the couch, feeling as if trying to sleep had actually made it worse for me, and I watched Sports Center with Addy. The position she was in, I couldn't see whether her eyes were open, but she was quiet and happy. Given that last statement, I watched Sports Center through 3 times for fear of moving and arousing "The Beast" again.
Then, in the distance, a faint sound was heard. Could it be? Was that what I thought it was? YES! The garage door was opening. The car doored slammed. MOMMY WAS HOME!!!
I had survived the first night. The first night of many to come. Kelly will be working Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, so mine and Addy's story is far from over. She was still breathing when Kelly got home, so I felt that I had accomplished my task. She is alive, I am tired, but we both made it through.
Until next weekend, sleep well my friends.
Blessings,
-SH
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