These are the days when my lunch breaks are spent sleeping in my car; waking up to the sound of my cell phone alarm after 55 minutes of deep sleep in the passenger seat of my old Honda Element.
These are the days in which Mommy and I try to be in bed by 9:00 PM; knowing that you’ll be waking up 3 more times before we have to officially wake up for work before 5:00 AM.
These are the days where unless we drive nearly 3 hours to Nonna and Papa’s for the weekend, we don’t get a break.
We both work full-time plus we are both fully involved parents.
But none of that is a burden because of the baby. That’s you.
You are so worth it.
How could I look at you and not just melt? How could I not simply be willing to do whatever it takes to make sure my little baby girl is cared for?
I keep reminding myself that to some degree, things will be much easier in about a month and a half, once you’re able to start eating solid foods. Even though there will be more prep and cleaning, the plan is that you’ll be able to sleep more solidly through the night.
So my eyes won’t always be bloodshot and my head won’t always feel like a bowling ball.
But as for now, these are the days of feeling like a zombie. When people ask me how I’m doing, I always positively respond, because I’m so grateful to have a healthy, happy little girl. That’s the part I focus on.
I choose not to tell them how that physically, I’m barely standing up.
Because other parents already know how this thing works.
You do anything for your baby- that’s normal. It is simply being a parent.