it still takes a village

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I thought I could do it. I mean, I’ve dealt with a newborn before, right? Wrong. Oh, so wrong.

Thankfully, I had Chad home for two weeks to help with the transition of our family of three to four. And then when he went back to work, my mom came up from Kentucky to stay with us for a week. And then when she left, my dad came up for three days. And then he left and my world came crashing down.

Truth be told, it’s been unravelling for a while, I’m certain. But I’ve had this idea that I am adjusting much more easily because this isn’t my first rodeo.

And then it all came to a head yesterday.

Remy has been screaming nonstop. We think it’s colic. Hooray…. somehow we’re ‘blessed’ with two colicky babies. Isn’t that, like, illegal? It should be. In addition, Ari is being less than cooperative at most moments; so I feel as if every interaction I have with him is telling him “no” and putting him in a time out.

I thought getting back into work would help me; but I got wiped out. I thought I could do it all. I really did. But apparently my body and my mind just aren’t ready yet.

Thankfully, I have my village.

I have my incredibly understanding and supportive husband. And my parents. And a very awesome group of Mommy friends. Because it really and truly takes a village. I talked about this after Ari was born, but it stands true for a second baby, too.

So thank you to my village. But my in-person village and my social media village. Both awesome. Both important. In the meantime, I’m going to refocus on getting the hang of this mom-of-two thing. And I’m going to focus on trying to get into a routine at home… with cleaning, cooking, naps, sleep, etc. That’s what we need right now, and that’s what I need right now.