Mercies New!

It's 12:24 am and the blue glow of Bryleigh's monitor fills our bedroom. This never happens because any light keeps Brad awake (which has in turn made me a fan of total darkness), so we keep the monitor/screen part off and only flip it on when Bryleigh is upset or we want to see what's going on (the sound stays on all the time)...but he's in the guest bedroom and I'm about as wide awake as you could possibly be.

This is funny because 3 short hours ago, I was MOMENTS away from falling asleep in Bryleigh's room as I gave her what should have been her last bottle of the night.

It's been "one of those days" for me anyways, but it was that moment in the rocking chair that this day went from bad to worse.  

As I sat rocking her to sleep and giving her the bottle, we had to pause while she "did her business."  Her poops are very particular, you know exactly what's going on, and she can't be doing anything else at the same time.  As she would take a break, I'd give her a little more bottle.

Well, her daddy could hear what was going on from the other room, so he came back to make the usual jokes/small talk about it.  As we were laughing and Bryleigh finished her bottle, I went to move Bryleigh and realized my arm/hand, pajama bottoms and top were all "wet".  As soon as I lifted Bryleigh up and saw the look on Brads face, I knew it wasn't "wet" anything...it was poop and I was wearing part of Bryleigh's second blow out (the first was far less dramatic and about a month ago).

What I thought was going to be an early night (9:00), quick bed time (she was dozing off before we even started the bottle) quickly turned into an all out major undertaking!  

We got the clothes off, fresh diaper on, I changed clothes, and a load of laundry was started (which I knew now I'd be waiting up for to switch over to the dryer), and I resumed the cuddling with my sweet girl. 

Strangely, it didn't take too much time after reading her bible story to get her a little drowsy and (un)snug in her crib.  I was tucked in my bed by 10:02! Not bad for all that had just gone down...

But then it happened...the pass came out. And it came out again. And it came out AGAIN.  Each time 10 or 15 minutes apart, and each time just long enough to get comfortable in the bed and almost asleep before having to get right back up.

At some point in there, unfortunately, the stress got to us and Brad and I got in an argument. (Shocking I know...not the argument part, but the honesty part.  It's not all butterflies and roses, and although instagrams and facebooks appear that way...real life, the not so pretty truths are okay to share occasionally too!) By this time, the exhaustion had worn off and I was just over this whole day.

I got up "one last time" to get Bryleigh's pass, and then...the meltdown! She would be perfectly happy snuggled on my shoulder, but every time she fell asleep and i tried to lay her down, she would start crying out...until the "crying out" became a full blown melt down.

Daddy came in to try and help (did I mention he's sick too??), got our bed ready for a slumber party, moved himself in to the guest room, and fixed Bryleigh girl what became her official last bottle of the day.

Thankful, that bottle really helped and Bryleigh started dosing off in our bed.  Did I mention yet that I'm sick?! Well I am...allergies or sinuses. And every sniffle woke her right back up...so I gave in, picked her up and took her to her room, praying with every step that this was it for the night, that she really was okay and she'd sleep peacefully in her bed.

It's 12:50 am and although she's doing a little tossing and turning and she's "humming" her "song" a little...I think it's safe to say that she's officially out for the night!!

50 minutes ago, a day I don't care to relive ended.  The tomorrow I was so looking forward to showed up and the yesterday I was ready to see in the rear view mirror was finally in its rightful place.

I'm so thankful that even on the bad days, Bryleigh's beautiful smile can cheer me up, Brad's helpfulness in the midst of an argument can make a difference, and The Lord promises that His mercies are new every morning...sometimes we just need a few more of those "new mercies" than we do on other days!