It's Not Always Easy

It's been a looong few days.

I always blog about the cuteness. The joys of motherhood. The fun times. The little things I want to be sure to remember years from now when I may have forgotten otherwise. Let this be a reminder (the first of many, I imagine) that sometimes it's just hard.

Jackson spent Friday & Saturday in fuss mode. It seemed all I did (between meals and naps) was soothe a fussy baby. It is such a helpless feeling. Is it a tummy ache? Something I ate? Reflux? Gas? Over-exhaustion? Boredom? Growth Spurt? I was never really concerned that he was sick or something was seriously wrong. I wasn't even thinking colic, as the symptoms didn't match. What was most bothersome was that I, his mommy, the person who is supposed to make all of his troubles disappear, couldn't make him feel better. Drew couldn't either.

After finally getting him to sleep Saturday night I was seconds away from bursting into tears and forcing my husband to remind me that I'm not a terrible mother. That babies cry. That parenting is hard. But adding more tears to the day seemed a bit counterproductive.

Of course, we all survived. And today life is back to normal. But as I'm learning, our new "normal" doesn't always mean it's easy.

Note: We now have an idea what caused the fussiness. For the past 10 days or so, Jack has only been going #2 every 3-4 days. Everything I've read, including info from our pediatrician, says this is perfectly normal behavior for breastfed babies. However, after finally going this morning (we're talking MAJOR diaper full) the fussiness is gone. I'm convinced it's related. We will definitely discuss with the pediatrician at his 2 month visit next week.