I feel like I should put a disclaimer at the beginning of everything I write these days–something about not being held accountable for my thoughts and words and misspellings and jumbled ideas because of my sleep-deprived, over-tired state.
The newborn fog is still lingering over the mommycoddle household. Birdy has proved to be quite a fussy baby and we are trying to get to the bottom of what might be causing it. As my husband explained when we turned down an Easter dinner invitation–she's either nursing, napping or screaming.
A trip to the pediatrician last week has us thinking she may have acid reflux. She's on some medicine that will hopefully bring her relief, but it takes a few weeks to really see the changes. It's been a rough start to the world, for sweet Birdy.
In the meantime, I'm learning to celebrate the little victories–like finding time to shower, or wash the breakfast dishes before dinner time, or sit outside in the sun. This morning, I miraculously managed to clean Elizabeth and Mary's bedroom, with their help. Today's little victory.
The girls have been amazingly supportive and easy-going about life's temporary lack of balance. They aren't put off by the crying, but come swooping in with gentle rubs on Birdy's head, kisses and cooing.
And I am working hard to shake the mommy-guilt of all the things that aren't being done that should be getting done. It's hard sometimes to fight, but I know this too shall pass. And I'm doing my best to cut myself some slack, take that nap, ignore that mess, let people help, and celebrate the little moments in each day that make it sweet.