Occasionally my Lola has mercy on her mama and sleeps for a significant amount of time, an hour and a half to two hours. Usually; however, she power naps. She falls asleep and after what feels like two minutes later she’s up wide eyed scanning the room, her tears commencing moments later when she realizes I’m not beside her. Every so often I am able to get her back to sleep but usually I can’t — she’s up and eager to babble and play. They don’t call them “power naps” for nothing I suppose.
At almost 8 months old we are still striving to establish a more consistent schedule. Being a mother of two I’ve quickly learned that not everything is easier the second time around. Some things are and some aren’t. Lola is an entirely different person than her big sister and in many ways I am too. I’m still learning my baby girl and at the same time engaging in some self-discovery in my role as a mother of two.
So while power naps sometimes give way to moments of frustration as I close my laptop and realize work will have to wait a little longer or the laundry may not get folded just yet; they also give way to beautiful smiles when our eyes meet and an opportunity for me to sweetly whisper “mamas here” as I gently scoop her into my arms. And then there’s the laughter, from me. I can’t help but laugh as I watch her developing into her own person.
I must admit that watching her slumber whether it is for 30 minutes for a power nap, an hour or two for a miracle nap or for just a few minutes before she wakes up in the morning to nurse and snuggle, is all quite amazing and a gift in itself. And the fact that I often get to be the first face she sees when she awakens — surely is a reason to be grateful.