Mj is not much of a napper. She hasn’t been since the day we brought her home from the hospital. When she was about a month old my husband said “I thought babies were supposed to sleep all the time?” Not this one. We’ve tried it all – white noise, baths, calming lotions, massages – and I’ve come to accept that a one hour (sometimes we’re blessed with more) a day nap a day is all she’s going to take. We’re fortunate that she’s (mostly) slept through the night since about 4 months (the first 3 months of MJ’s life, she slept every moment on my chest, or my hubby’s thanks to some pretty severe reflux – now I miss that tiny baby sleeping on my chest). Most nights now, she sleeps through the night for at least 10 hours.
So when I’m home with her on the weekends or school holidays, the race is on the second she shuts her eyes. I frantically move from room to room, putting away clothes, toys, washing dishes, and straightening up until I hear her cry or squriming around. Then time is up, and that’s ok. I’m at work, with other children Monday-Friday, for 8 hours a day, so I cherish the time I get to spend with my baby girl. The benefit of having a second child when the first is 11 years old, is that I remember when Xander was a baby, but that was so, so long ago, that sadly some of those memories have become fuzzy, and I don’t want these new memories be memories so quickly. Two children so far in age allows me the best of both worlds, and I want to be present in all of their moments.
My home will never be spotless, I can accept that. I’ll step over a few toys so I don’t miss any firsts, or lasts with my babies.