It is bedtime. I lay two babies in their little bed, one at a time. They are all swaddled up and wearing cozy hats. They are not deeply asleep. I lay down on my bed and reach out my arm. I grab the side of their bed and jiggle it. I pray. “Please let them fall asleep. Please let them stay asleep. Please let me sleep.” It is my plea, my greatest wish. I feel it with my whole body. “Please Lord.”
Sometimes they sleep. Sometime they do not. I pray. “Please let them sleep. Please help me to survive this moment. This hour. This night.” I always do.
I sleep. I wake up. I hear one or both of them crying. I wake up Matt to help me. I can’t remember if I unswaddle them. I can’t remember who changes their diapers. I feed them, always at the same time. Matt sleeps while they eat. I can’t. We burp them. We wrap them up; we are so quiet. I lay them down, one at a time. I lay down. I reach over to their bed and I jiggle it, gently. I pray. “Please Lord, please help them to sleep. Please let me sleep.”
It is a prayer I feel so deeply, I feel it even six and seven months later. I prayed it on so many breaths those first few weeks. Those prayers were accompanied by the constant questions – when will it get easier? When do babies sleep? When will I enjoy this again? When will it stop being SO HARD? I hated to wish away their infancy, but I did. I wished for the time they could sleep for a few hours, not in my arms. I wished for a time I could manage my house and my family. I thought it would take forever. I thought the hard might last forever.
I’m not saying it isn’t hard these days. I’m not saying hard days won’t come again soon. I am saying it’s good. It feels doable. It is doable. I don’t dread the morning. I don’t cry thinking of Matt leaving for work. The babies sleep so well at night. They are the cutest stinking things ever.
Most of the time these days Matt puts them to bed. I kiss them as he has one on each shoulder. They smile and watch me as they are carried to bed. He lays one in each crib. He sings to them. They go right to sleep.
A few hours later when I lay down in my bed, I think about those first few weeks. I remember the prayer. I pray. “Thank you Lord. Thank you for these babies. Thank you for bringing me through those moments, those hours, those nights.” They were worth it.