These past two weeks have been hard. I'm not sure if its the stool holding (what a lovely word...lol) , the eye teeth that are making their way down, normal 2 year old behavoir, just a plain old sleep regression, or all 4 coupled together (which is most likely) but things are rough all around. Shows me for writing an entry about sleep and how I am so at peace with it! haha!!!!
Anyway here is the situation, Pea is still stool holding, although with the dietary changes it makes it really hard for her to hold it for long, which is great but unfortunately because she is still able to hold it for awhile it makes for some miserable days and sleepless nights. It's kind of my fault because in the effort to avoid a tantrum I let her have some rice that Daddy was eating and then some crackers...oh and a piece of a banana that I tried to sneak when she wasn't looking. I know mean right? But I was running to the bathroom every hour because I have been following her diet as well, I had to get something binding in me and she caught me! Anyway because I caved she was able to hold it longer then she has the past few days and it took a lot of patience on my part to get through it. She finally did go last night but it apparently didn't help her sleep because she was up a lot anyway.
Now onto the 2 year old behavoir...wow! Is about all I can say. I can be such a patient mum and normally things like this don't bother me but I find myself breathing deeply every few minutes in order to suppress saying something I may later regret. I need to remind myself to offer her choices, breath all the time, and most of all be patient. All of which are incredibly hard, yet not impossible, when you are so exhausted. She has a fascination with our fridge, who wouldn't really, tons of good things to eat and new things to look at, I really do get it BUT if it were up to her the fridge would be open all day and she would open every container for a taste test and then spit water into it. Funny yes...but also frustrating. So gross to open your hummus and find it has been turned into soup. Is it disgusting that I just mixed it in and ate it anyway? Yes...it sure is. But when you are tired you are not going to the store to buy new hummus for lunch, especially with a toddler who may erupt in a fit of rage at any second from being so over tired and uncomfortable.
These are the days that you forget when you are having a good day. You wonder why you couldn't hold it together and just have patience and it all seems so clearer when you have had one good nights sleep. These challenges make way for new challenges that seem much harder than the ones we previously experienced. Uncharted territory is always frightening at first but once it becomes familiar your methods of coping improve and suddenly it doesn't phase you anymore. Looking back on our colicky experience with Pea as a newborn my mind is foggy, I can remember the sleepless nights of endless crying but I do not feel that worry I used to in my chest. I clearly remember my coping skills and how when I improved she did as well, and well when all else fails, call a Grandma to come play with your baby while you lay down!
That's what I did today. For the first time since we have moved I called my mum to come down for the day to play with Pea. We will sip tea and I will relax on the couch while Pea has the time of her life. Maybe I will even have a chance to sew. After all, it's hard to be miserable when a Grandma is around.
Thanks mum...I owe you.
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