Day 11 - Barely Surviving

Day 11 - So sleep deprived.  Nathan slept in the bedroom last night with me and took a turn with David in the middle of the night.  I don't know why..but for some reason David thinks that he is supposed to stay awake for two hours in the middle of every night.  Yesterday as I was losing my mind a bit my sweet husband sat by me and told me that this part doesn't last very long.  It's funny.  I think he remembers postpartum better than I do.  Today I am still tired...but not so unstable.  :)  Three more days and I go back to work.  It was too short.  However, school gets out in 6 weeks and then I have requested part time for next year.  Until then, we will muddle through and hopefully find some sense of normalcy. 

David is cute as ever.  Still just a tiny little guy and sleepy all day.  I guess that is good news for my triumphant return to work.  No huge milestones to speak of...unless you count finally lowering his bilirubin enough to get rid of those Darn bili lights.  He is also getting trained to sleep in his own bed, which is good and one step closer to having a husband back.  Though, really, until we have a bedroom for David, Nate will probably spend time on the couch.  Poor guy.

Nate came home from church today and told me their lesson was on trials.  I teased about the small trial we are going through in adjusting to a baby in the house.  He smiled, but then said, in the end he really had nothing to add to the lesson.  He goes to class with men that have been through much more life then we have.  They have lost children, suffered illnesses, lost a home to a fire.  What have Nathan and I seen of trouble.  I am thankful that Heavenly Father sees fit to go easy on us for now.   And, even with how small and insignificant it is to go through this...I know Heavenly Father will somehow make Nate and I equal to the task in front of us.  Thus, eliminating it as a trial at all.  It is really just a time of growth.  Time when I have thought a lot about each one of my children and what I need to do for them.  Time when I turn to prayer more often and begin to find some roots that I have too long neglected.  Lack of sleep and a need to have someone get me through each day is good for me.