So the holidays are officially over, Mister M is back to school and D-Man and I are back to our normal bedtime schedule.
It's nice for the most part, although on days when M has school I have to get up at 730am, and D-Man doesn't go down completly for the night until 12-1am, so I don't get as much sleep as I would like.
Some pretty awful news came our way last week, my sisters friend, who I went to highschool with, suffered the loss of her 6 month old baby boy to SIDS.
It really hits hard when it's someone you know, especially since they were both young parents (she is 21 and he is 23ish), the baby was breastfed, slept on his back in a non cluttered crib and everything.
He was born a bit early which apparantly puts them more at risk but still. It's terrible, I look at D-Man, so chubby and happy, and perfect and Mister M all big and strong and smart and I just want to squeeze them and never let them go.
(visit http://www.sidscanada.org/ for more information)
This whole being a parent thing is hard.
Not just the stresses of finances, housing, schooling, training, teaching, discipline ect, but the stresses that come from love.
Kids break your heart. Even without meaning to, just by growing up and living their own life. Your heart breaks when theirs do, it breaks when they get to big to hold your hand walking to school, it breaks when they're too old to kiss you goodnight, it breaks when they get hurt. Even the happy things can be hard on the poor heart, it swells up so much that it's almost hard to take. But for every stretch mark, crack or break of that poor heart, kids sure know how to fill it back up.