Disclaimer: This post was written on very little sleep, and I was in a very snarky mood. You have been warned! 😛
5 Thoughts from 2 months with 2
1) Newborn Parenting is a lot more chill this time around.
With Simon, I was a tad-bit cray cray. I’m sure the husband would’ve describe me a tad-bit differently. I may or may not have had a nervous breakdown because I forgot to read to my 2 DAY OLD BABY!
HE IS GOING TO BE STUPID! I HAVE RUINED HIM!
Anna gets read to, but mostly because I am already reading to her brother (who is now old enough to comprehend what a book is!). Goodness.
2) Toddler parenting has now gotten harder.
While I was a WACKO newborn mommy (with some serious PPD/PPA), toddler mommy has been all kinds of fun. I love watching him learn and explore.
It can be such a fun age. Can be. Until you throw in some jealousy.
Poor buddy misses being the sole cuddler in momma’s lap and has decided NOW is the time to learn how to throw an epic tantrum. Sigh.
But as we approach the end of 2 months with a sister, he is slowly (and I mean SLOWLY) starting to realize that there are boundaries.
3) Breastfeeding two babes makes me HUNGRY
Breastfeeding supposedly burns approximately 500 calories a day. So one would think that I would be losing all kinds of weight by nursing both of my kids.
Except I. AM. ALWAYS. HUNGRY. ALWAYS. HUNGRY.
Actually, I’m sitting here contemplating how much longer until it is acceptable for me to eat another snack. These kiddos are literally sucking the life out of me.
4) I now consider putting on clean pajamas the same as getting dressed
This morning I had a major win! I was showered, dressed and my teeth were brushed before 9:30am.
It was like a small miracle, and I almost posted about it on Facebook to celebrate, as one does, until… I realized that my definition of getting dressed was putting on my Eeyore pajama pants and D’s Best.Dad.Ever. t-shirt. Winning.
5) The days that I wake up at my worst ALWAYS become our best days
I mentioned earlier in the week that I had an a-ha parenting moment. It’s something SO obvious that I can’t believe that I didn’t realize it until now. But it went something like this:
Monday morning I wake up exhausted WAY too early, with little sleep and a crying-hangover headache from my I-suck-at-life-meltdown from the day before. So what do I do before my feet hit the floor? I cried out to God: TODAY, I CANNOT DO THIS! IT’S ALL YOU GOD! In which he answered (not audibly, I haven’t completely lost it), ‘Kelsey, you can’t do this without me ANY day.’
When I finally had time to sit down and really reflect on the last two months, it was obvious that my worst moments, the ones that I have no other option but to give to God, always turn out to be the best. So why do I decide to take the driver’s seat back? Why am I all God I need you, one day, and then nah, I’m okay today, the next?
So why do I decide to take the driver’s seat back? Why am I all God I need you, one day, and then nah, I’m okay today, the next?
And while I’m still trying to flesh it all out in my head, I know that my days are exponentially better when I humble myself and let God lead. I’m more patient, loving, forgiving, etc…
My circumstances don’t change, but my heart does. My toddler has still lost his ever-loving mind, but I’m less likely to lost mine, too!
So on that note, I humbly offer up my jumbled words, and I will enjoy the last few fleeting moments of naptime.
Go love well!