Monday, January 26, 2015

Looking Back: Part One

I have multiple things I'm working on and attempting to get out of my head and into posts, but this is slow going and often interrupted.

I am deep in the midst of Burnout. Have been, to a greater or lesser degree, for the last two years in fact, but this time feels worse than the others. It's much slower digging out, and the hole feels much deeper this time, but I'm slogging away at it nevertheless.

One of the things I have been wanting to do is to re-post some of my older posts. I know not everyone has the time, energy, or desire to read through two years of archive posts. So I will, over the next few weeks, re-share some of my favorites. Reading back over these, it's amazing both how close and far away these days feel. We've made much progress in so many areas. Others were better back then, but prove challenging right now. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy reminiscing with me.

The following piece was originally posted September 30, 2013, while we were still primarily using ASL to communicate with Kit, and when sleep issues still dominated our days and nights. I will forever appreciate Victor for taking over bedtime when I simply could not function anymore. But I think the bond he and Kit have as a result is way beyond priceless, and I'm so glad they still share a unique bedtime routine, even if it doesn't need to happen in sign language anymore.

Once Upon A Bedtime Story...

Ever since our youngest was born, sleep has been one of our biggest challenges. After months and months of two steps forward one step back, and trial and error (oy, lots of error!), we can finally say we are making some progress.

Baby and Daddy still sleep on the couch.

Every night though, for about a month, Daddy gets her corner ready just how she likes it. Then she cries because she doesn't want to be apart from Mommy. But then he says its time for a story...

She quiets down, settles in and waits.

Then, every night, Daddy tells her a story using signs. They are usually about a baby, and a daddy, and going outside. And when Daddy forgets a sign or doesn't know one, he asks her...and she always knows, and shows him.

She listens, she smiles, and she signs along.

When they finish, Daddy says a prayer with her, lays her down, and covers her with her weighted blanket.

And for the first time in her life, she falls asleep by herself, without nursing, being held or rocked, or even touching one of us.

She amazes us everyday.

And I...have fallen in love with her Daddy all over again!


  1. I've always thought that the new arrangement for bedtime with daddy was so sweet... and valuable for everyone in the family. And remember, the littles aren't the only ones who can come spend a night or two with Auntie for a mini change of pace and view. ☺