Which made Friday night VERY difficult. At around 10:30 PM, all of the electricity in the house shut off. It flickered on twice, and then was out again. Apparently on the next street over, there was a pole on fire with one of the electrical boxes on it - so it was then we knew that it wasn't going to be a quick fix. Since both kids had napped late that day, it was instant misery for me, especially because Friday nights are what I look forward to all week. It's our day to have some fun snack, catch up on the week's tv shows, and just relax. Suddenly, I couldn't do ANYTHING. Luckily we always have our flashlights in the same room as us, as we had to stay up a few hours (the entire time I was praying everything would come back on, but nope!) We finally tried to head to bed around 1 AM, but Will wasn't having it. He was waiting for his vacuum cleaner to force him to sleep. I had no lights to do much walking, no vacuum cleaner, and no tv shows to keep me sane. It was then I re-discovered that swaddling him works wonders. He went from LOVING swaddling as an infant to now hating it with a passion - but I realized that he hates it because it works and makes him give into the sleep. He was angry for about two minutes, and then he zonked out.
Last night I was SO tired. We went to bed before midnight, which is highly unusual. Will once again didn't want to go to sleep. This time I took what I learned from Friday night. I zipped him up in his swaddler (he's too big for the blankets now, he just instantly breaks out of them) and took him downstairs to walk with the vacuum cleaner (because teaming up the two things he's weak against should definitely do the trick.) This little angry tiger of a baby who hates sleep was out like a light in about a minute. I took him upstairs and laid him down and he stayed asleep. The best part was that he actually slept really well through the night, and when I woke up in the morning he was still snoozing away. I got up and made breakfast while he continued to sleep all cuddled up in his swaddler. Of course when he woke up and realized he was swaddled, he was angry. As soon as I unzipped him so he could wrestle around like the little chubby bear he is, he was happy again. Hopefully, this trick will let me get some more sleep now. I'm SO tired!
Today is a big day. April 6th used to be known as "Sophie's Birthday". She's 3 now, I think. Maybe 4. Probably 4. But anyway, this day is now a very different day.
This day, last year, was the day I had to cut yard sale shopping short. This was the day I was completely annoyed with my pestering mother, because she wouldn't stop saying that she just KNEW that I was pregnant, that she had a dream that told her I was and that she could feel it. It was really annoying because I knew that I wasn't pregnant. It was even more annoying when I couldn't just enjoy finding my new Snow White teapot, because my mother insisted it was a sign from God that I was pregnant, which I thought was silly because I was NOT pregnant.
This was the day I had made out really well in yard sales, but had to call Bill to take me to urgent care because the black eye that Katie had given me had become infected. It was when the nurse asked me if I was pregnant, and I said it was very unlikely but laughed as I jokingly told her that my mom kept saying I was, so maybe I should be checked.
This was the day that I screamed when the nurse asked me which way I was hoping the test would go as she smiled at the results hidden in her hand. It was when I cried, very painfully, out of my swollen eye as I jumped up and down saying how I couldn't believe it and I was so excited. This was when I no longer cared about my eye, or what had to be done with it because I was pregnant. As we passed by everyone who worked there, they all told us congratulations and what a funny way to find out.
This had been the week of hell in our book. It was when Bill had to miss an important day of work because the car suddenly no longer worked and we were told that repairing the engine would cost us more than we could afford. It was when my eye was first black and blue and swollen, then more swollen, then so itchy that I couldn't stand to be awake from the pain and I couldn't sleep because my eye didn't close right. But at the end of the week, we stumbled upon an expensive, awesome double stroller just an hour before we found out that we were expecting another baby.
Here we are, one whole year later, with a wonderfully bubbly, beautiful little boy who fits into our family so perfectly. This little boy is so adored and loved and his smiles are often some of the best parts of my day.
2013 started off as the worst year of my life. It was instantly filled with so much pain and devastation. I went through weeks of feeling so depressed. It was a long journey through the year, with so many ups and downs. The year ended in a way I never could have thought possible back in the beginning of the year. It ended so blessed, in so much joy and thankfulness. Elizabeth sent us the perfect Christmas gift.
What a huge difference just one year makes!
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