Hi friends! How have you been? I’ve been busy here, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary. We’ve been spending lots of time at the pool, the library, you know – the usual.
I’ve also spending a bit of time in the kitchen, especially the past couple of weekends. The weekend before last, Ethan and I made cookies. LOTS of cookies. We gave 3 batches away to pregnant friends, and of course we kept some for ourselves.
This past weekend, I made dinner for a friend at her house on Saturday (before Kevin and I went out for a date night later that evening – woop woop!!), and I whipped up two extra casseroles on Sunday for two other friends who just had babies this week.
Why sharing the love with our fellow parent friends? First of all, pregnant ladies love food. That’s a fact. But secondly, mamas gotta help each other out. Meals are hard to come by when you have a new baby, but eating is still obviously very important, especially when you already have zero energy from lack of sleep.
Mothering is hard. Like, really hard. And that’s what brings me to the title of this post.
Dear Mom of the Colicky Baby,
Your baby loves you, and you’re doing a great job. Don’t roll you eyes at me. It’s true.
It may feel as though your baby doesn’t appreciate you. Sometimes it’s like baby doesn’t like you. And other times like baby even detests you. Don’t worry. Your baby loves you, and you’re doing a good job.
Baby cries whenever you put him down. So you carry him until your arms feels like they will break. But a colicky baby cries when you pick him up too. So you carry him until your heart feels like it’s going to break as well. Don’t worry. Your baby loves you, and you’re doing a good job.
Maybe it takes you longer to rock baby to sleep than he actually slept. Maybe it’s reflux, and he’s fighting his feedings, his medicine, and even you. Maybe you can’t see how the medical world hasn’t figured out “colic” yet. Maybe you should hear me out on this one.
Your baby loves you, and you’re doing a good job.
I’ve had two babies now, and one came out fighting. He fought reflux. He fought feedings, and he fought me. And now he’s nearing 3. Those first few weeks, okay – 6 months, of life were hard. So hard. And now I can’t help but think about how much I’ll miss him when he starts preschool next month, even though it’s only 3 half-days per week.
I thought I was failing him. I thought he hated me. And now I know I was wrong. All that extra love I poured into him wasn’t for nothing, and I’m sure baby loves you and your hard work too. When your toddler eventually says, “I love you, Mommy.” When your toddler asks you to read to him at night even though you spent all day with him. When he hugs and kisses you. You know you did something right.
I know that age 3 sounds impossibly far away at this point; it did for me too. So you’re just going to have to trust me – your baby loves you, and you’re doing a good job.
Love – Just Another Mama