A Dark Winter

For the most part, the winter of Evan's birth has been dark and dreary. We are not used to so many days without the sun in these parts. Let's face it, most of us would never make it in a place like Seattle. A few cloudy days in a row and we start to get deeply depressed, longing for any bit of sunlight. Its probably the best timing to be cooped up in the house with a newborn. I am not eager to get outside because it is not inviting. On the other hand, lack of sunlight does not help wake me up during the days after my sleep deprived nights. Let's just say that I am looking forward to the Spring. I envision Evan in the carrier and Benjamin riding his tricycle as we inhale the fresh air and feel the warm sunshine on our skin. I can't wait to see green everywhere and start gardening again. I also look forward to Evan's personality blossoming as he enters babyhood.


Evan is almost 6 weeks now. He is a sweet baby. I can't help but feel for his poor little heart because of all of his various discomforts. His poor eyes are always goopey from a clogged tear duct, he spits up in seemingly large quantities after every feeding, and he just generally seems uncomfortable a great deal of the time. Despite these problems, Evan is a good sleeper. He has been so predictable in his nighttime sleep habits since he was born. Like clockwork, he goes to bed at 9pm, wakes up around 1-2am, 5-6am, and then up from 8-9am every morning. I wonder if this reflects anything about his future personality. At any rate, it certainly helps his mommy to know what to expect and to get some sleep at night. Most nights I am able to get 5-7 hours of sleep, albeit broken up into several chunks. I think I am doing better than I expected at dealing with the lack of good sleep. I think knowing that it will likely change soon has helped me this time around.


I will carry on through these dark winter days awaiting the Spring. I can't wait for my baby to emerge and to see his first smile! More than anything, I want to see him happy.