January 25, 2014 § Leave a comment
In my 12 weeks of being a mom, I’ve only ever experienced this much patience-testing when I was waiting for my visa to come to the States.
Henry is such a sweet and wonderful baby, but every once in a while, there’s a new way in which he tests our sanity. Never mind the fact that I haven’t had a full night’s sleep since October, but the last few nights he’s refused to take his bottle from Nick. This impacts my one chance a night for more than a couple hours of sleep in a row as well as the few opportunities for time away I get which basically just include a yoga class.
However, instead of worrying that I will now be tethered to my baby until he can eat solid foods, I’m trying to practice being grateful for what I have. Sure, my two grey hairs have multiplied an astounding amount in the last three months, but yesterday I read a touching blog post about a girl I know in Toronto who had her heart broken by a miscarriage. People experience this, and worse things, all the time. Right now, I am enjoying a cup of coffee while the two boys I love most doze peacefully in our bed. How lucky am I to have that?
Despite the tough moments, I will stay positive.