Tired

I am SO TIRED. I have been pumping for Weston every three hours. Not having him here makes the sleeping part a little easier: I don't have to worry about putting an infant back to sleep in the middle of the night. But the whole having a toddler thing makes it harder: there is no such thing as sleeping when the baby sleeps anymore. And the whole NICU thing doesn't exactly inspire sweet dreams.

When I was in the hospital, even after the nurses stopped checking my vitals in the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep. Toward the end, I developed some pretty severe leg pain from sciatica, so that kept me up at night too. So I haven't slept well in months.

So, I pumped at 12:30 am last night and then set my alarm for 3:30. Next thing I knew, Caroline was waking me up at 7:30 this morning! My alarm didn't go off somehow. My body really needed the sleep, but I don't like to rock the pumping schedule. And after that 6.5 hour stretch of sleep, my body is saying, "Thanks for that. And I forgot what sleep like that feels like, so now I am going to make you even more tired." Yawn.

I called NICU this morning, and Weston had a nice, boring night last night. They might even try to put in his picc line this morning. He gained some weight too: about 20 grams. My sister is coming over soon, and she'll get to meet him today!

Happy one week birthday, Weston! We love you so much and are so thankful God has given you to our family! We pray for and look forward to countless more weeks with you.

From birth I have relied on you;
you brought me forth from my mother's womb.
I will ever praise you.
Psalm 71:6