five weeks

...and two days, whoops.

That's how this week went. Crazy times with Jeremiah back to work full time and me at home with both kids alone. Let's all take a moment and pray against lifelong trauma for either one of them. Knox made me lose my mind completely at the beginning of the week with his refusal to settle down and nap. I mean it was bad. In the midst of the relentless crying I got to the point of scrolling through my mental rolo-dex wondering who I could call to come save me this kid from being thrown across the room. I swore one of us wouldn't make it alive to greet Jeremiah home from work. But we did, and what a greeting it was. Ground zero baby. Me on the sofa holding Knox in the chest carrier and Surrey glued to the TV. 

Thankfully, by the end of the week I gained a little confidence after so much trouble shooting. And fortunately, Knox only really freaks when he needs to settle down for sleep. We think he wants to be held constantly. Poor guy. With each cry sess, a bit of trauma I had tried so hard to block out comes sneaking back in. Surrey cried all the time. It didn't matter if she was eating, trying to sleep, being held, etc. She just screamed.

Here's to week six being one of empowerment and sleep! Fingers crossed!

Just nap, child, and you won't need to yawn so much (and neither will I).