Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Parenthood is a Battle

Friends.

I'm not one to ask for much, usually. I'm not one to do a whole lot of complaining publicly. I try to put on a happy, smiling, brave face even when my real life face is stressed or sad or bawling. I joke or keep things light on Facebook and post happy pictures, even when things are really, really hard.

I sat down here to try to put into words what the last 9 months of life have been like. What life after Declan's birth have been like. But nothing is coming out right. Nothing could have prepared me for how difficult this has been, how helpless I have felt.

I'm here to humbly ask for your prayers. Prayers for this exhausted mama and her exhausted baby.

Pregnancy insomnia kicks in pretty darn early for me, and it was no different with Declan's pregnancy.

And then he was born - and he sleeps in 30-45 minute increments. I've been fortunate (?) enough that there have been several odd nights in 9 months that he's slept 5-7 hour stretches, but in the last 18 months I don't believe I've had much more than half a dozen nights of a full night's sleep. And when he's not cat napping, he's doing a lot of crying. And wanting to be held. But then he squirms to be put down. And then he cries to be picked up. And then squirms to be put down. Then fusses some more.

I'm tired, friends. Tired right to the core of my bones. And I'm stressed like I never understood stress. And I'm sad. Sad for my baby, who has had one battle after another since he was born and sad for myself who is exhausted but honestly? Mostly sad for my family who is also suffering right along with me. Sad for a husband who already battles stress and sleep issues and still has to get up and go to work to support our family. Sad for a son who spends his summers away from me and couldn't get any one on one time with me before he left because his little brother cried all night. Sad for a toddler who has adjusted to life so well and so easily and been the best big brother I could have asked for but who seems to be finally hitting his little 3 year old limit.

I'm sad for my eyebrows which really need their own zip code these days, and for my hair which is down to my waist for no other reason than I can't actually be alone long enough to get it cut!

I'm sad for friends I've lost over the past 9 months because I just don't have time for friendships much anymore. And if I find the time, I barely have the energy. I'm sad for myself because I'll always have this ache in my heart for a baby girl, but can't imagine ever going through this again. I'm sad for the people, the events, the things I've blown off because I can't muster motivation to do anything but sit at home and hold my children and cry some days.

This is hard y'all. Really, really hard. And one thing I've learned in my years of blogging is that if I'm going through some crap...there is someone else out there who is going through something similar. I try to share of myself so that maybe one other person out there feels a little less alone.

There is (I hope) a small glimmering light at the end of this really dark tunnel.

In the midst of an ongoing internal battle of wanting to accept that Declan was just a highly difficult child and my instinct that something was wrong - Declan was finally (FINALLY) diagnosed with an upper lip tie and posterior tongue tie which has been causing him a lot of difficulty with nursing and with solids. We had those revised last week, and there has been much improvement with his food intake. I am hanging in there, hoping this inevitably brings a happier - and sleepier - and fatter - child. These sleepless days that turn into sleepless nights are hard on everyone, and probably hardest on a growing baby who isn't ever feeling quite right.

So if you think of it, please pray for this tired mama. And for all the other tired mamas out there who are doing their best to survive the day. Parenthood is a battle, on even the best of days.

xoxo




3 comments:

  1. Miranda.... thanks for sharing, our hearts go out to you and our prayers go up to God for you... this season when days blur into nights, and weeks and months and you are so tired that you don't feel like you can go on.... keep on... - while Paula bore the brunt of 'kid time' and questioned her sanity numerous times, I was running constantly on the treadmill of trying to grow our business (not as attentive to her as I should have been), with too little sleep for either of us. The time did pass (seems like a flash now, sure did not then). Our hearts ache with yours, we do understand and pray that God will strengthen and keep you, Todd and all the kids through these difficult, stressful, and sleepless times. Colossians 1:11-12 We also pray that you will be strengthened with all his glorious power so you will have all the endurance and patience you need. May you be filled with joy,always thanking the Father. He has enabled you to share in the inheritance that belongs to his people, who live in the light.

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  2. I am right there with you Miranda! My little mister is testing my parenting limits.I have seen the ugly side of my mothering. I have lost my patience too many times. I keep thinking "ok Lord, what am I supposed to learn from this?" And the only thing that I have come up with is...empathy. Empathy for other moms. I can say before this I thought I had excellent parenting skills, there wasn't a problem I couldn't solve. Now I have no idea what I am doing! Before this little guy I had really never "watched" my girls or experienced the terrible twos. I will never again look at that mom who is carrying her screaming child away from the playground and feel anything but empathy. I am so sorry for all the tears and the sleepless nights. I will pray for you because although we may not be experiencing the exact same things...I am right there with you sister~!

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  3. It will pass --- is passing already ---- and like labor and delivery, will fade into the haze that takes over memory so the pain will soften and you will remember the triumphs, however small they seem now. Your children, and especially Declan, are fortunate beyond measure to have you for their mother.

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