Mom to Mom | Adjusting

That will be the word of the month. Maybe even the word of the year. From November 19^th until now it has been less about adjusting and more about surviving the day without a complete breakdown. I don’t think I have it as bad as some people, but I also think I have had the push-me-to-the-edge moments that I don’t remember with Addisyn. Her infant stage will forever go down in history as being hecka easy compared to baby Kellan. It’s true that there have been a few moments in Kellan’s young life when I dropped the incorrect pronoun in conversation, “Babe, can you go get her” or “Is she hungry?”, but he has retaliated by taking away my sleep. He may have failed his first hearing test, but Steve is convinced Kellan has superhuman hearing and decides to belt out his best and longest crying cantata the moment he hears our eyelids shut at the end of the day.  I’ve been dealing with the ebb and flow lately of good days and bad days. My good days look like exercising and a good diet, laundry, photography, playing with Addisyn and not wanting to football toss baby Kellan to Steve the minute he steps through the door. And my bad days are the exact opposite of the aforementioned productive verbs above- not exercising, not cleaning, not doing photography, letting the t.v. do my job with Addisyn and mentally breaking down at the end of the night. Can I get an Amen for that hot, quiet and peaceful 15 minute shower at the end of the day?  I will mention that today was a good day and it looked like this: getting hours of work done, eating healthy, cooking an amazing dinner, and running errands looking like a hot mess. The “good” part of the day is that I showed up at a department store in navy blue sweat pants, a black old sweatshirt, no make-up and a breast milk leaking issue (breast pads, breast pads, breast pads) without running into anyone I knew.  Whew!   

So I am adjusting to everything – having a second child, owning my own business, balancing it all, and taking care of myself with even less time in the day. On the days where I am nearing breakdown, I take comfort in knowing that I’ve been blessed with two children, I have been trusted to do this job, I have a husband I can rely on, and one day I will get my momjo back.   Until then, I am adjusting.

A small shout out to the Stylenetwork for your late night company while Kellan is awake so I can quote Giuliani and say things like “momjo”.   I take no credit for that clever saying J

I hope you enjoy a few pics from our Christmas!

With Love,

Stacy