Bad days, good days

Oct 27, 2014 by

Yes, there are bad days. Days when you want to throw in the towel, when you long for your life before kids, when you can’t bear to hear yourself say the word “no” one more time.

 

But then there are the days when that smile first thing in the morning is everything.

Days when you get everything on your to-do list done.

Days when there is plenty of time for play.

When you get to enjoy an extra cup of coffee.

When you get to enjoy an extra snuggle.

When a long walk or a trip to the library together is the perfect way to spend an afternoon.

Days when you don’t mind parenting long into the night.

Days when you can look at your partner and think look at our life; aren’t we the luckiest?

5 ways job searching is different as a new mom

Oct 13, 2014 by

1) You have to be resourceful.

Gone are the days where I could settle in to a job search with my laptop, cup of coffee and some good tunes to keep me motivated. Now that I have a little guy on the move, I have to quarantine my laptop away from his grabby hands, and forget about a hot cup of coffee. These days, my job search is done by the light of the baby monitor, as I scroll through job postings on my phone while nursing my son to sleep. Only after bedtime does the laptop emerge to draft cover letters and submit applications. Luckily for us moms, time management and resourcefulness are desirable qualities to an employer.

2) Work/life balance takes on a whole new meaning.

I need a Hug

Oct 6, 2014 by

This post is being brought to you by just the right combination of no sleep last night, a missed nap today, and a conversation with our pediatrician.

 

I do doubt myself A LOT as a parent, but I am rarely insecure about my parenting, if such a distinction can be made. I obsess over question my son’s development and health all the time even though deep down I’m (pretty) sure he’s doing just fine, but I don’t find myself really comparing him to other babies his age. Not with any seriousness, anyways. In a nutshell, I’m a worrier. I will always be that parent who sneaks into their kids’ rooms multiple times a night to make sure they’re not too hot/not too cold/still breathing. Sorry, Teenage Lenny.

 

Overwhelmed.

Sep 29, 2014 by

Overwhelmed by the piles of laundry.

Overwhelmed by the dishes in the sink.

Overwhelmed by amount of toys in the living room.

Overwhelmed as my heart swells when you pause to lean in for a snuggle.

 

Overwhelmed by the constant need for attention.

Overwhelmed by the lack of sleep.

Overwhelmed by the fact that my schedule is no longer my own.

Overwhelmed by the warmth of your body as you sleep on my shoulder.

 

Overwhelmed by the need to provide.

Overwhelmed by the fear of something bad happening to you.

Overwhelmed by the responsibility of caring for another person.

Overwhelmed that I created someone as perfect as you.

 

Overwhelmed by how hard and how easy this transition has been.

Overwhelmed by the amount and ways that you grow.

Today was one of the tough days.

Sep 22, 2014 by

Today was one of the tough days.

It started last night where Lenny kept me in his room from midnight until 5:00am, nursing, not nursing, almost asleep, awake. He’s been extra clingy all day. Tonight doesn’t look like it’ll go much better either.

This fussiness is so uncharacteristic of him I feel like I have to make sense of it by diagnosing it. He must be sick. Or teething. Or having a reaction to the sweet potato I fed him before bed last night. Or extra hungry.  In my head it could be any of these things or all of them together at once, so I was awake listening for the sound of him breathing while he nursed, because I am a worrier like that.

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