There’s nothing quite like the first few minutes of silence when your baby falls asleep after a long hard day. The moment where you’re just about to tip-toe across the line that separates you from being asleep and awake.
As a working mom, I sometimes find that I lose my patience with my three month old. I work in a call center so as you can imagine, it’s not all glitter and unicorns. I work 11 hour shifts, with a 45 minute commute each way. Then, I come home, feed the baby, feed myself, get stuff done around the house, and finally settle into bed.
My daughter has slept through the night since she was born. She wakes once or twice to eat but since we co-sleep, I basically just roll on my side and let her nurse and we both go back to sleep. Recently, she decided that sleep was for amateurs. The first couple nights that her sleep pattern regressed, I lost my patience, I cried, I blamed my husband. I’m telling you guys, this mom thing is hard.
It was then I realized that I wasn’t being fair to her, myself, or my husband. Sure, I might be a little tired in the mornings, but she has a full belly, she’s growing perfectly, and she’s happy. There really is nothing more I could ask for.
I started this blog to journal what it is like for me to become a mother at age 20. I was married at age 18. Of course Princess was a planned baby, but you know, the more I hear that term, the more I laugh. Plans and babies just don’t go together! Anyway, I hope that this will give me new perspective, and I hope that I can share my experiences with people who might find them comforting, helpful, or useful.