Surviving a Tough Week in Parenthood
Last week was tough, probably one of the hardest weeks of parenting Joe and I have had yet. Between regular exhaustion from moving, a fussy teething baby, a 3 year old that has major anxiety from moving (complete with mega tantrums) and has regressed in potty training, my prenatal depression and anxiety about baby 3 and Joe’s busy work schedule we’re pretty pooped. But I can say for certain I’m beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
We are unpacking and making this house our home.
Noah’s 1st tooth finally broke through.
Jude has started sleeping better and has hence become his normal self.
And Jude is starting to return to his potty training.
We are all sleeping better which has helped tremendously with my prenatal depression.
And tomorrow is my 1st prenatal appointment.
There is no way I could have done this by myself. I must admit that Joe and I make a pretty awesome team. He worked from home for a few days to help care for the boys. We had a very low key weekend. We cast aside any holiday obligations and stayed home to focus on our family. We spent a lot of time with the boys, occasionally getting stuff unpacked but mostly relaxing. It’s all seemed to pay off since the boys BOTH SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT last night and slept in till 8:30 am!
I want to say thank you to everyone who gave us advice on how to help Jude adjust to the move. We finished his room this week, complete with pictures and curtains. We’ve spent a lot more one-on-one time with him. We’ve watched a lot less TV. And we took a short break from potty training.
Parenting is a hard job with no vacation days but it’s also the most rewarding job, especially when the 3 year-old climbs into your lap, gives you a big hug and says, “Mommy, I love you!”
Parenting is a hard job with no vacation days but it’s also the most rewarding job, especially when the 3 year-old climbs into your lap, gives you a big hug and says, “Mommy, I love you!”
