This last week will not go down as my shining moment in parenting.
It's just been tough. I'm pretty sure we are right smack in the middle of the 6 month growth spurt (which has been by far the worst as far as a fussy baby). She's also showing every sign of teething you can have...with the exception of teeth. That makes for a baby that's fussy every waking minute, who won't sleep, and is difficult to even feed.
I've tried every trick in the book. We've changed her nap schedule...no dice. We've changed her eating...nope. We've even given in to her fussing/whining (something I don't like to do all the time, but was necessary this week). It would fix it temporarily, but within a couple of minutes there would be something else wrong.
Before I was a parent, I would have looked at myself now and thought, "why can't she just fix it?" Aren't we all the best parents in the world before we have kids? :) I went through such a hard time getting pregnant that I never thought I would get frustrated, upset, or overwhelmed with this job.
But I do. It happens. And I think every parent on earth goes through this sometimes. It is the toughest job I've ever had, by far.
I'm not writing this post to get sympathy. I'm writing it because I know other moms (or dads) out there are going through this, and I want you to know it happens. You aren't alone. I also want to remember this when my baby is a hormonal teenager and I long for the time when she was a sweet baby. I will, I'm sure, but I want to remember that there were challenges to this stage of parenthood too.
Parenthood is tough stuff at any stage. But it's also the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Things like getting the oatmeal-covered smile during cereal time this morning reaffirm that. Things like having her lay her sweet little head on my shoulder while I was rocking her to sleep last night reaffirm that. Things like being excited to get her out of her crib every morning, despite the week we've had, reaffirm that.
I can't imagine having a better or more difficult job. And I love every second of it.
As I was laying her down last night, I said a quick prayer that God will give me the strength to get through weeks like this, because they will surely happen again. I know He will, and I know I can do it.
And if you're going through the same thing somewhere out there, know you can do it too.
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