I started this year in sort of a funk. We had just come off a chaotic (albeit fun) 2 ½ weeks home with our families, Layla was nap-regressing and colds and coughs were on heavy rotation in our house. I was far from as organized and centered as I dreamt I would be starting the New Year. Apparently this is a Mercury retrograde thing so I may not be the only one who was (is) feeling like I’m still playing catch up, and feeling unsettled and scattered. Or maybe it’s just a Mom thing.
I know better. I’ve been through it before. I know well enough that it might feel like the end of the world but really it’ll be such a small tiny blip of time in the grand scheme of things. I even knew it was coming so I wasn’t surprised, and yet here I am, starting to feel overwhelmed by it again.
The dreaded 3 to 4 month sleep regression.
ORIGNAL POST WAS POSTED IN MAY 2015. I HAVE SINCE UPDATED IT WITH A YEAR UPDATE
(FIND IT BELOW ORIGINAL POST).
Original Post —- May, 2015:
We started potty training Ellie a week and a half ago, coincidentally on her 21-month birthday. I thought I’d share about our little mini-journey: the steps we followed and guidelines we’re still following. Looking back I think it’s almost more about when the parents are ready than the child. There are going to be messes, frustrations and your patience will be tried. But your kid is bright – and they’ll get it!
This day came sooner than I planned. But if I’m being fair, I guess I’m rarely ready for Ellie to grow up. She already seems so ahead of the game, communicating beyond her years, understanding more than a 2-year-old should, being so in tune with herself and her surroundings. It’s freaky sometimes – but its obvious she’s ready for this next step, even if I’m not: PRESCHOOL.
Third Trimester, here I come! It feels good to be this far along, feeling proud of accomplishing the task of making it through the first two trimesters. My bump is full and on display and baby is constantly reminding me that she’s very busy growing in there. Strangers congratulate me, friends and family are getting more and more excited for us and Ellie can finally SEE (and feel, as of last week) the tangible evidence of the baby sister we keep talking about.
I wasn’t going to write this post. Why not? Because I know all I’m going to do is whine and complain. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. So how can I put a positive spin on this? Make it a tale of survival? That might work…let’s see.
If I ever needed proof that routine is important to kids, this is it.
Anyone who knows my daughter knows that she doesn’t sit still for more than a second. There’s a world out there to explore and she’s going to explore it. Not a minute to waste!
And yet, every morning, she asks to go in her “crate.” (I didn’t name it that, she did I promise).
Yes, she requests that she be confined to a tiny 4′ x 3′ space for 30 minutes or so.
I went through about a dozen titles for this post before settling on this one.
It’s clear that the underlying factor in my hesitation to have another child is fear. Fear of the tangible realities – pregnancy discomfort, exhaustion, newborn challenges, financial strain – but also, and maybe more so, fear of the unknown, fear of more change and uncertainty.
The first few months of motherhood were pretty rough for me. Was it all bad? Absolutely not. There was a ton of joy and amazement among the struggles but as I look back, I tend to generalize by describing it as a difficult time for me. Even then, in the middle of it, I don’t think I knew how hard it was because you just DO it, there’s no other option. And I was so in love with my child and would do whatever was necessary to keep her happy and healthy. I of course KNEW that it was going to be hard, I didn’t have any fantasy that it wouldn’t be, but I had never done it before – so yea, some things came as a shock! Read more
“Motherhood is glamorous,” said no one ever.
I remember reading Jenny McCarthy’s book “Belly Laughs” on our babymoon in Cabo and dying of laughter as I related to all the insane things that were happening to her body during her pregnancy. Seriously, The Blue Twinkies and Pig in Pasture chapters had me falling off my beach chair.