We are one night closer to sleeping longer than four hours at a time.
Last night, when The Prince started crying at 11:30, I prayed. I cried out to God in desperation. My prayer was urgent, born of exhaustion.
Why is it that I do the thing that should be on the top of my list last?
The Prince got himself back to sleep. It happened several times, and we nursed at 3:00, but it was our best night yet. He woke up at 6:15 to eat again, and he was in a better morning mood than he has been for quite a while.
Each time he woke, I cried out again to God. It became a sort of a prayer-cheer, begging God for help and urging The Prince on. God answered in a way that made it clear He was at work.
We'll try again tonight, and I'll try to remember where my help comes from.
Great post! I admire your honesty!!
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