I spend most of my waking hours swept up in a whirlwind of chaos, joy, and constant movement. I used to wake up to an alarm clock everyday. I would leisurely hit the snooze button ten times before slowly getting out of bed. These days I’m woken up each morning with a child a quarter inch from my face saying yelling “MOMMY! WAKE UP!!!”
It’s 11pm and once again my sweet baby is crying, not able to sleep. It’s been a rough week for him. Three teeth came in and two more are on the way. I take him out of his crib and bring him into the darkness of our living room. As I lay him on the couch, his daddy lies down next to him. My sweet boy, tears in his eyes, looks right at his daddy and gives a tiny smile. It is a smile of comfort and peace, knowing that everything is okay because his daddy is here.
Labor and delivery is hard. We know. Even before giving birth, we heard the stories of pain, pushing, and exhaustion. But, honestly, I thought that once I made it through labor and delivery, motherhood would be a piece of cake. Never did I imagine that one day I would be a weary mom. And, yet, here I was standing next to a pile of dirty dishes and a mountain of unwashed laundry wondering how I would make it through the day.