Peepers has been my second child–in real life–for one month now (A little longer if you count our time in Ethiopia). But I am starting to count since we have been here at home with my first child–Minnow.
I am not going to lie and say how awesome it’s been and how great. Because quite frankly adjusting to a second child has sucked. Not only because she doesn’t sleep, but because she is very demanding–part of that has to do with her age–she is nearly 9months old now and wants things. She isn’t content to just hang out. She needs things to do and it’s hard to provide both her and Minnow with age appropriate things to do–so often I let her drink (pour) my coffee and pick up hubby’s cigarette butts. I have struggled with finding time for myself as their nap schedule resembles torture—Peepers sleeps and Minnow naps after she wakes. Peepers naps again and Minnow wakes up 30 minutes later.
I have gone from having 3 hours to myself to regenerate and pretend I don’t have any one other than myself demanding my time to having only 30 which serves as a stark reminder that my life is no longer my own–at all.
But there are upsides to having a new baby–I am totally in love with her. She is happy and has a great personality. She doesn’t cry unless she is hungry and/or tired. She is growing and now sleeps in her own bed and is sleeping longer and I can see glimpses of more sleep in my future. The love is amazing and seeing her every morning is awesome and watching her learn new things, etc., just plain rocks.
I am happy and blessed to be her mother–we’ll see how she feels about that later. But it’s tough and I am not afraid to admit it. I know that doesn’t make me a bad mother; it just makes me a real and honest woman who is also a mother.
So, what do you struggle with and what gets you through?









