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Mommy is tired. And to be perfectly frank, so is baby. Why? TEETHING. Teething has hit us collectively over the head with a proverbial frying pan. Marlowe has just cut her first two teeth (bottom), and has been waking up around four nights a week crying and moaning in the middle of the night. Repeatedly. Sometimes it’s more of an achey/complainy/groaning kind of cry that I don’t go in and grab her for. I watch her on the monitor standing up in her crib and gnawing on the bars (happy now for that investment in a totally “green crib“!) and although I don’t go in there in the hopes of teaching her to self soothe, I lay awake as long as she does. But sometimes, she wakes up with a cry that goes from zero to hysterical sobbing in about three seconds flat.
I’m still not sure if this is teething pain or some kind of bad dream situation, but by the time I have sat up in bed, strapped on my walking cast (with all of it’s 12,450,670 straps) and made it to her room she is almost breathless with sobs. It’s heartbreaking. Luckily, comforting her is relatively easy. I just hold and rock her and give her a few kisses and within half an hour she is generally back to sleep. But guess who isn’t?? That’s right…MOMMY! If you’ve ever seen me comment on your Instagram picture at 3:34 AM, this is probably why. So, at first this new night time teething Russian Roulette was really getting me down. I felt frustrated at night when I would hear those first cries, and cranky in the morning after a fitful sleep. And then I had to check myself, big time.
One of my biggest fears as a parent is my children ever thinking that caring for them is burdensome, or frustrating, or making me cranky. I don’t want to be one of those Moms who just talks about how tired they are all the time, even if I am. I had to remind myself that this stage in Marlowe’s life is so fleeting. One day soon, she won’t need me to comfort her in the middle of the night. She will have bigger problems that throwing her tiny arms around my neck and snuggling me will no longer fix. I try to snuggle her a little more tenderly now when she’s having a “hard night”, and focus on how small her hands are around my fingers. How she smells and how easily I comfort her. At the end of the day those will be the things we both remember forever.
And just because without a sense of humor we may all die, I added in to the mix these adorable and hilarious pieces from Weestructed, that perfectly encapsulate Marlowe (and Mommy’s) latest phase. Cuz guess what, my otha Mutha’s? RAISING TINY HUMANS IS EXHAUSTING!!!!!!
xoxo
EAM
This post nailed it right on the head for me! Exactly how I feel and exactly what we’re going through, too. Thank you!
Thank you this post! I feel there are whole lot parents out there who complain off their babies struggles. Back in days parenting was never considered a stress, it use to come naturally. With this post you reminded us that the whole process of Babies growing up in an adventure that will penetrate in your memories forever 💫
Also, I don’t know how I came across you IG but I am glad I did because I get to read these blog post by you! I don’t have a kid but I can still appreciate these posts.So Keep posting!!!
Xoxo
Sometimes I literally have to repeat to myself over and over again(normally at 3:00am) a mantra of, “This is a privilege, this is a privilege, this is a privilege”. It doesn’t always work, but it’s always true.
I can’t tell you how happy I am to have stumbled upon your blog! Being a first time mom is the most amazing and also nerve wracking thing, yet knowing you aren’t the only one going through all these different stages with your LO really helps!
Thanks for your blog! I love it!