And that right there really hit home. I've managed to be a parent for 8 full months. I've made it through the first round of teething, the first few weeks of having a newborn, the 4 month sleep regression, the battle of starting solids, lack of sleep, the beginning of crawling and so much more. And what's even more amazing- I haven't just survived, I really feel like I've thrived. I'm just starting to realize how strong you have to be to be a mother.
At first, I was blown away by how hard it can be to take care of another human being. The feeding, the sleeping, the entertaining- all of it. And somewhere along the way, I've just gotten better. I'm not sure it's necessarily gotten easier, but I think I've gotten better. I've found ways to deal with less sleep and less me time. I've embraced the daily messes and the fact that every day will not be easy. Accepting the chaos has really allowed me to enjoy everything so much more. Yes, some days are hard. But then some days are easy. It's certainly a series of phases.
The days seem to be so routine, but in a way that's amazing. Each day is a new start. So if yesterday's naps sucked, hey maybe today they will be better. It's awesome getting a do-over everyday. So those are my thoughts these days.