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This week I’m officially ‘going back to work.’ I know I’m only 3 weeks postpartum, but yesterday I started back at it! I have to say, it’s nice to get out of the house and have some sort of schedule… but at the same time, I’m super struggling to survive in this ‘new normal’ of two kiddos.
I’m not going to lie. I’m really, really, struggling. Ari is misbehaving at every turn. And I feel like I’m spending all of my time yelling at him and telling him ‘no.’ Meanwhile Miss Remy Bea is screaming her head off. Like, nonstop. Seriously. I’m hoping this is just the struggles of a newborn and not a colic situation like it was with Ari.
And then when she’s screaming, Ari takes that opportunity to be extra bad.
Queue Mommy-failure-feelings.
For example…
Sunday night Remy Bea was awake all.night.long. I slept maybe an hour. The rest of the night she was screaming for absolutely no known reason. Well during Ari’s nap on Monday, a package was delivered by the loudest delivery guy in the history of delivery guys… And it woke Ari up after only 40 minutes. He screamed and cried and was generally just an extra-fussy butt. After I finally got Ari to relax, I set Remy Bea down. She was (finally) napping and I was able to stand up and start dinner [and to make the banana bread that I’d been ready to make for days].
Before I knew it, Ari walked over to Remy in her rock and play and started to touch her and try and wake her up. Aaaaand then she was screaming and dinner was never made and I was quickly at my wits end with a toddler.
Please, please, tell me that this feeling won’t last forever…
I’m sure three weeks feels like an eternity when you’re in the trenches. One day, you’ll realize it doesn’t feel this kind of overwhelming anymore. Give yourself some grace and know that, as you mantra indicates, this too shall pass and you’ll survive whatever gets thrown at you.