He is still a baby and when you are a new mom you have this delusional dream in your head that life would be perfect. You would take him out to shop, and everyone would look at him and smile, because he is just the most perfect baby. The house would be clean, and dinner would be a elaborate 5 course meal. You would put your feet up and watch Oprah, and eat Carmel truffles, and life would just be bliss.
Then, you wake up from that dream. That is if you have time to dream in the little slots of time you call sleep.
Some days naps are not in his itinerary.
Sleeping through the night? Ha, he laughs at that.
The hours of 6-8 are now deemed the witching hour at our house.
You take one day at a time.
Then, you take that day and want to curse it.
Being a parent isn't always puppy dogs and rainbows.
Being a working parent can be ugly when you are sleep deprived and unsure of how you will get through the day.
But you do.
Some days there are more tears than laughter.
and that is okay.
Having a baby with horrible reflux has shown me that we can handle just about anything. We might cry tears of frustration, or want to scream at the top of our lungs.
and that is okay too.
You know in the end it is so worth it.
I met a mom last week who has a kid with reflux, and our stories were the same, even down the the bf issues. She said it was so bad that they thought he might be an only child. At six months, things got better.
Then that light at the end of the tunnel was so bright, I could almost feel it.
BUT apparently, I have another two months to be able to see it clearly.
and we will wait patiently.......