who knew that having a baby could be so tiring? i feel so happy that i've been given such a content little boy... but on the days like today when he's trying my patience i realize several things.
1. i'm not really capable of doing the job of *mom* on my own (thank God for the husband)
2. i don't have a lot of patience... but i want to let/teach owen how to eat correctly-- but after 5 minutes of him *bawling* i break down (not after the recommended 15 minutes) and let him cheat. i just keep praying that i'll keep producing the drink he needs so i don't have to worry about/stress feeding him enough.
3. being far away from family doesn't make being a mom any easier. i talk to friends with mom's in the area who are helping them out a lot, and i almost get envious. i know that my parents would be ready and willing to help out with pretty much anything that i needed, and it's hard to come to grips with the fact that i've chosen to be far away from them (though 3 1/2 hours isn't horrendous- so don't take me for complaining at all in the drive-time). i also wish that they felt ok about calling *me* i love them. it's ok if they do, you know? i'll answer :)
ok- baby's crying... AGAIN.
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