UGH! Maximilian. Still having a rough time. I feel like I have tried everything. He has two days of great naps and sleeps then back to not sleeping. Just when I feel like I have it all figured out another no sleep day. Control? None of that left in this house :) Well, I do have control. I can control my attitude, which I haven't lately. I can control my emotions, which sadly enough I haven't done that either lately. And I can control my reactions to the stress, which unfortunately I can't say I have done that either. But admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?
All I can do is laugh and try and figure out what is the current problem. Last night at 3 in the morning as I was feeding Max....oh what happened to those blissful 10 hour nights I had since 8 weeks?!?!?! GONE. Back to last night: so last night as Max was eating I began to pray for wisdom. I just knew something wasn't right with Max. I thought maybe there is mold in his room. He seemed to have yet another cold! And it was always worse at night. Just then Sam came in Max's room--at 3 AM mind you--and says, "We have to get Max out of his bassinet. There is mold in there." WHAT?! As I was thinking that and asking God for wisdom Sam and I both get the exact same thought. Max's bassinet had got some mold in it in Australia and both of us had forgot. We took Max out of that right away and this morning I looked in Max's room and it was FULL OF MOLD around the windows.
UGH!!
Made me feel like the best house keeper in the world?!!? I had a choice at this point: feel sorry for myself and wallow in the fact that I feel like the worst mom (and house keeper) ever. OR Be excited that God spoke to us. Confession. I choose to wallow for a few moments and feel bad. Then I called my mother in law and she came right over and helped me clean the house. I had got most of the mold out of Max's room by the time she got there, but she then helped me rearrange the living room and clean other parts of the house to get rid of all the mold and dust in the house.
Sometimes a little wallowing is good for the soul. When the wallowing was over I got into it and came out with a cleaner house, a happy mother in law that LOVED getting to come and help me and a cute new living room. Poor little bubs is still struggling a bit, but hopefully this kills it!
Mold. No Fun. Yet makes for a great story!
can i just share a story from when i just had chloe? she would only nap on me. it was a "bad" habit and i was so determined to break her of it. i wanted to do things by the book. i thought was the only right way to raise a kid in a christian home. since then, by God's grace, i've seen there's no "right way". true it may be inconvenient to have a baby not sleeping/napping when you want him to, but it's only a season. and i know that's so hard to see when you're in the trenches and exhausted and out of patience. believe me, i know this. all i can offer is encouragement that it's only a season. and it's nice that max has you all to himself and you can let the little things go sometimes and just go with whatever the little bubs wants :) love you dana. please don't think this is preachy. i've learned this lesson over and over and over with my three, it's so hard.
ReplyDeleteps. i ended up letting her cry it out one evening when she was about 8 months old. she cried 45 minutes and from then on napped and slept like a champ. with ava she's always been a sleeper, napper whatever. at about 4 months i finally got silas to soothe himself to sleep, without ever crying it out (which i could never do again). we swaddled him and i would pat his buns and leave the room for 10-15 min, then try again if he still wasn't settled. he got it pretty quick. he's almost 11 mo and still doesn't sleep thru the night every night. but i've learned, finally, to be okay with that.
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