I find myself praying and singing some hymns while at work lately. Believe me, they both work. Storm Cloud and the whole family are Muslims (not sure if they are dedicated but yep, we have different beliefs and customs). Anyhow, we don't talk about that as long as we are raising the baby healthy and happy. But it's a fact, in order for one to bring up a happy baby, one should be happy him/herself. My friend, Cathy, is right. Babies could feel how you feel inside. 

 

When I am struggling and in the verge of exhaustion, my breather is this rosary ring that C bought for me for an early birthday present. I pray. Before, while at, and after work. I really feel that I couldn't do without it. I feel weak and tired.

 

When Storm Cloud is exhausted and cranky (and uneasy), I sing him a Christian song. I usually find him calming. The Holy Spirit is really here to my rescue.

 

I know I sound preachy sometimes. But when all the soothing baby songs and lullabies are not working and you're in the verge of giving up your sanity. Breathe. Pray. It will work. Always.

 

I spent the night with Storm Cloud last night. They said it's been over 10 days that he's been waking up in the middle of the night (and sometimes at dawn). Everybody needs a goodnight sleep; that doesn't exclude me. Sleep is my priority (not because I get zits whenever I don't get enough sleep-- hey! There are good acne creams around.) I was worried last night. I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night, much at dawn. So while giving Storm Cloud his bottle of milk last night, we had a talk. Me, him, and yes, my God. I want to sleep straight through the night. And I got it. God took over. Amen!