Try Not to Wish It Away

It's 7:00 a.m. and we are just peeling ourselves out of bed. Normally, 7:00 a.m. would be sleeping in for us. Except last night we were up, almost the entire night. There wasn't an hour on the clock that I didn't see. I'm pounding coffee like it's my last meal (because, in my world coffee is a meal).

Generally the little man will go down for naps and bedtime, no problem. This week has been so different than what we are used to.  In the last week it seems as if Marcus has hit a patch of sleep regression.

The past few days have been difficult. Really difficult. Marcus hasn't slept well, neither Scott nor I has slept well, Marcus has been really clingy and extra needy, and we've also had some pretty legit "terrible 2's" episodes.

I've found myself wishing we could just plow past this stage.

Then, just a few days ago I was in the rocking chair with Marcus. It was the only place the little guy would sleep during his nap (rocking for longer than 5 minutes is incredibly rare anymore). At first I kept wishing I could put him in his crib. I kept thinking of all the other things I'd rather be doing, as nap time is as crucial for Marcus as it is me.

After the first hour (yes, *hour*) of rocking my little man as he slept it hit me like a ton of bricks… I'd been spending so much time wishing away these moments that I'd forgotten just how amazing these moments really are.

There was a time, not so long ago, that I remember saying I wished days of rocking and snuggling for hours on end would never end. And, how all too quickly those days pass.

So, for the *last two hours* of nap time I peacefully rocked my sweet little boy. He needed me, and though it took a little while, I stopped wishing away the time and enjoyed soaking up our simple little moment.

For now, though our days have been rocky, I'm trying not to wish this time away.