Wyatt Baby

Ok, let's get started! I do not have a flashy job to talk about, nor do I lead a very exciting life. What I do have is a blessed life, and if you're ready, I will now force you to read about it. Yay!
And now to talk about my sweet boy...

Tonight is his last night to sleep in our room. I know, I know, "the book says" they should be in their own rooms by 3 months (or something like that), because of the sleep habits they're developing. We were doing so good a month ago, I promise! He was 4 mos old, and over the weekend I had him napping in his crib every single time. He would fuss, cry, then put himself to sleep beautifully. "We did it!", I thought. We sleep-trained our sweet angel baby in less than a weekend!

 

Then we got an ear infection. Plus our first tooth. And well, here we are.

It's taking everything inside of me right now not to run in there and just stare at him while he sleeps.
12 months ago that would have sounded so creepy to me; its amazing what becoming a mommy does to you! I mean I know everyone says that, "Oh, your life will change forever, it'll never be the same." I don't think I truly believed it until we came home from the hospital with a little person riding along in our car. They change everything! I never thought I would be able to function without getting any sleep (64 hours straight, a personal, horrifying world record), or figure out a hungry cry from a sleepy cry, or truly learn what it means to put yourself last (Did I shower? Shave? Deo? Am I wearing a bra?!).

I remember the moment I looked at him and knew that deep, deep love. He was about 2 weeks old. I know, that sounds terrible, and yes I loved my child from the moment he laid eyes on me, but I'm talking about that Mommy love. It was 2 in the morning, and we were up trying to figure out how to put this sweet, nocturnal creature back to sleep after an hour long feeding and a poopy diaper. I sat on the edge of the bed and held him out so he could look at me, and all of a sudden, there it was. Love. "Oh my goodness, I love you", I said. And as quickly as I realized that, a new, deeper Understanding came over me. I love this baby more than anything else, how much MORE does our heavenly Father love us?! I know this love I've been blessed with is merely a shadow compared to how much God loves us. A shadow. And how He chose to show that love for us, how He sacrificed His Son for us to know Him, to love Him, it just about takes my breath away. I just started crying, thanking God for this amazing gift of love, of Life.

Alright, I'm caving....

 

Wade will probably NOT approve of me taking a picture of Wyatt while he sleeps, but look how good the flash works! And yes, my child sleeps with leftover Christmas socks on his hands to keep him from scratching his sweet, eczema-spotted face in his sleep. Don't judge me. 

Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. 

And that is take a picture of your 5 month old son, on his last night of sleeping in your room.