See what I mean? An adventure.You can do this, Gretchen. You can. ReallyYou know, some people have twins ... that would be much harder.Take some deep breathes, nap time is in less than an hour.
Jesus is on your side even if Jemma isn't.You don't just love your kids, you like them too. Right?Yoga pants are hot.Nursing bras are even hotter. Really.Dominic will be home soon. Dear Lord, please make him get home early today.
I alternate between feeling extremely grateful and extremely overwhelmed. I've always wanted to be a mom. Even more, I've always wanted to be at home full-time with my little ones. But, boy, this mom gig is hard some days. Most days. There are times where everyone is crying and on the verge of mega meltdown - including me. Then, we all recover and have laughs and snuggles that warm me from the outside in.
I'm adoring the growing relationship between Jemma and Max. Jemma has slowly been warming up to her little brother. I think she has finally connected that he is here to stay. She loves to rock him in his swing and is quick to locate a pacifier (bee) whenever he cries. On a few occasions she has settled on the couch and motioned for me to set Max in her lap. Once in place she'll pet his hair, rub his cheeks, and give him little kisses. Yes, I die over the sweetness. every. single. time. On the flip side, Jemma knows when it is her turn for attention. The other day I was swaying with Max and she marched us over to his swing and demanded that he be put down so she could climb into my arms. My girl is a smart one! She knows exactly what she wants!
My days begin early and end late. Jemma is up anywhere between 6-7am. Max doesn't completely settle until 10 or 11 pm. Thankfully, Dominic spends the first hour with Jem as he gets ready. By the time he leaves for work, Jem is cozy on the couch with her first round of breakfast and a Sprout show or her favorite baby signing movie. Until 9 or so, I alternate between snuggling Jem and nursing Max in bed. Interesting things happen when I'm around the corner nursing Max in our room. Jem brings me all sorts of treasures she finds - my glasses, handfuls of nursing pads, stuffed animals, and DVDs out of the case spinning on her finger. Oh Lordy. Recently she unpacked her box of 500 mini hair ties and sprinkled them all over the living room. Eek! She has also come running to find me shouting "Uh-oh, it's poo!" as poo literally ran down her leg and on to the carpet. We're in the midst of a little colon cleanse to clear out her system/alleviate her poo fear/relieve constipation before we begin potty learning. Most days I feel homebound because we never know when the poo will come bubbling out. These are the realities of motherhood that no one tells you about. The mornings are anything but calm! If it was just Max and I we would be in bed until 9 or 10am. He loves sleeping in! Of course, I don't wish that, I just wish I could get a few more zzzz's. But, what mom doesn't wish that?
Total side note. I've been trying my darndest to cut back on dairy. Over a year ago our naturopath ran blood work on Jem and I to test for food intolerances. Jem is intolerant to potato (which is in everything) and I'm intolerant to dairy, my one true love after Dominic. In an attempt to have more energy and heal my gut I'm slowly cutting out dairy by eliminating cereal from my morning routine. Gotta start small on this one. This means I whip up hot breakfasts every single morning. Pancakes have become my number one obsession since Max was born. So yummy!
After my first breakfast and Jemma's second round we attempt to get ready for the day. This happens most days, but not always. Sometimes we are still in jammies when Daddy gets home. 'Tis the life of your children not caring about your daily appearance. I really appreciate a hot shower every day even if it doesn't happen until noon. I usually take one even if it results in Jem and Max both wailing outside the curtain. Sometimes a mamas gotta take 5 minutes for herself, know what I mean? Laying in a puddle of milk all night makes me sticky and that is just no good for my self esteem. Oh, the woes of cosleeping. Plus, who likes to wear clothes that have become stiff from dried breastmilk? Not I said the Gretchen, not I.
Jem and I warm up lunch around noon and she settles in for her afternoon nap around 12:30 or 1. Enter bliss. Well, only if Max decides to conk out at the same time ... which is getting more frequent. Thankfully. Somedays I set up the monitor (to listen for Jem) and snuggle in next to Max for my own nap. Other days I catch up on housework, prep dinner, blog, sort and respond to emails, etc. You know, everything in my life that doesn't intimately involve children. Nap time feels like a ticking time bomb though since Jem will sleep somewhere from 1 1/2 to 3 hours depending on her mood. I haven't quite figured out what gets me those longer naps, but I'm still trying!
After naps we usually bundle up and take a stroll to the mailbox. I wear Max in the Baby K'Tan and push Jem in her stroller or trike. Well, except for the days she demands to be carried. Then I find myself pushing mail and carrying 45 pounds of children. I'm sure I'm a real treat for the neighbors. Because really, who doesn't like to see a yoga pant wearing mother pushing a stroller full of mail while wearing an infant and carrying a toddler who looks like she is three?
Jemma is in love with being "ou-sigh". When we pull into the backyard from our mail trip she hops into her little car or heads towards the slide. This usually entails me having to dry everything off with a towel thanks to the wet PNW weather that has hit. It's going to be a long winter inside!
Just as I'm reaching my breaking point I get a glimpse of the future. School days. Talking in full sentences. First overnighters. First jobs. Weddings. gasp! Then I don't feel so anxious for these home bound days to disappear. I want to watch more Sesame Street. I want Jemma to stare into my eyes and ask "up" a billion more times. I want to fold tiny clothes. I want to lay in bed nursing and whispering to Max forever. It's these little things that keep me going ...
My Mom and Dominic arrive home between 5-6 pm. Jem is ecstatic at their arrival shrieking "MIMI!" and "DADDY!" as she races into their arms and talks a mile a minute about her day. Jemma plays with her favorite person in the world - Daddy - while I rush around doing my two-handed activities as Max grins and babbles with his Mimi. We eat dinner and I talk to adults. It's awesome.
Jemma heads to bed at 8 pm and Max and I power through his fussy time. He settles in to nurse between 10-11 pm and I take an hour or two for myself. Yes, I should be sleeping. Dominic and I are watching Survivor, Shark Tank, and Grey's this fall and I'm loving my Private Practice and the new show, Revolution. If you ever watched Jericho - the best show ever - you'll love Revolution! Dom says it won't last because all my favorite shows get cancelled before a second season :( Remember Lipstick Jungle, Cashmere Mafia, and Off the Map. I loved those too.
Jeepers - I got up for a minute there to nurse Max back to sleep and Jemma typed a little message for you all ...I'm doing my best to cherish these days. It isn't always easy, but the Lord is giving me an immense amount of patience and for that I am grateful. I am also so blessed to have this space to write and vent. I may not actually speak to many adults, but this typing in full sentences really keeps a girl sane :)
hyu''/l.m,jmhbvcxzI'm going to interpret that to mean something like, "I might get in to a lot of things, but I'm awfully cute!"