I don’t know how this happened but Oliver is almostΒ TWELVE WEEKSΒ old. He’s already outgrowing his newborn clothes, wahh!! Make it stop! Man do I love this kid so much.
This October, we… Β (and pardon the blurry iPhone photos, it’s all I can manage right now!)
transitioned to the crib,
played in the chair while Mommy made breakfast every morning,
threw a lot of tantrums,
established a bedtime routine with a warm bath every night (this kid seriously loves the warm water),
decided that Mommy’s chest was better than any chair, swing, crib, or bouncer,
discovered our hands,
Over the past month, I have learned that having a baby requires to be COMPLETELY giving of yourself. As a resultΒ I’ve never been so exhausted in my life. I literally have not slept more than 4 hours at a time for 3 months. It’s hard to settle myself down after tending to him in the middle of the night, and my internal body clock makes it difficult for me to nap while he naps, causing a particularly troublesome cycle every single day. While my heart is bursting withΒ love, I fear that my exhaustion is hindering me from being the best mother and wife and “me” that I can be. No matter how many books I read or how many routines I establish or schedules I try to follow, Oliver is just Oliver and wants to do his own thing! I’m looking forward to the month ahead when hubby has a more relaxed work schedule, and hopefully making bigger strides inΒ the naptime routine and night wakings departmentΒ (err, maybe letting him cry it out and seeing how that goes.) Most of all, I’m ready to start giving back to myself so that I can in turn give more to everybody else.
Wish me luck!!