I can’t believe that it has been 3 months since the birth of Baby Jax. What a crazy ride it has been. There have been some good days, some great days, and some days when all I want to do is cry. Is it hormones or life as I know it? Maybe a little of both.
It’s not easy raising a baby, especially when you have 3 older boys at home that need your attention as well as your chauffeuring services to get to and from school and practices. Then there’s the laundry, the cooking, the so-called cleaning, making sure the homework gets done, running to the market (almost daily with 3 hungry boys), exercising (?), and trying to squeeze in seeing a client or two all while the baby needs to be fed, changed, changed again (hello, spit-up), held and played with. I’m a whiz at “Wheels on the Bus” and “Old Macdonald” and am amazed at how many different animal sounds that I can make!
I love being a mom and sometimes I hate being a mom. I love singing to the baby and making him laugh. The smiles are infectious and so worthwhile. I love the new baby smell and the cuddling. I love that he sleeps through the night but want to cry because he doesn’t care to nap longer than an hour during the day (no time to get any writing done). I love that my older boys love him and are so good with him – hello babysitters! But I really don’t like all of the fighting that goes on in the house between the big boys. They know how to push each other’s buttons and really annoy one another, which of course leads to unkind words and feelings getting hurt. In comes mommy the referee to try and break it up and remind them about being nice to one another. But by then the stress level in the house is at an all-time high and I’m on the verge of tears. Can’t we all just get along?
So, while I feel like a ping pong ball going back and forth between baby bliss and baby blues, I have to remember that this is my last baby, the miracle that he is. I want to enjoy every moment and sing every song. I want to hold him as much as possible and kiss those little feet every chance I get. Every day is a gift, that’s why they call it the “present.”
Tomorrow: My journey to getting my pre-baby body back.