This is Maximus.
He's 1 Month Today.
He'd like to show you a few things.
He's grown super l..o..n..g.. in the last month.
This is his famous "O" face. It's a fan favorite.
He is soothed by Mariachi music. I have no idea why.
And this is his touchdown pose. Or maybe his surrender pose. We're not sure what he's going for.
So how's life at one month. To be honest, it's a little stressful and today I started to feel some familiar feelings like I did when I had Julianne. It's mostly a feeling of being overwhelmed. It seems like everyone needs something at the exact same time. Meal times are especially trying. I'm trying to dish the kids some food, while Max is screaming bloody murder, and Julianne is constantly telling me that Max "needs me," but if I pick him up, she'll commence her "I'm hungry" tantrum and try to eat anything in sight. Their table manners are going out the window, because I'm usually nursing Max while they are eating and I'm not at the table with them. I remember the feeling of only being one person and that I just couldn't do enough to meet everyone's needs. I remember not ever eating because it's all you can do to feed everyone else and by the time you're done, you've just plum forgot to eat yourself. I remember feeling like a martyr.
Those are the exact feelings that drove me to do that pageant.
I've got to figure something out and regain some sort of self, because I don't want to feel like a martyr. I love my job as a mom and wouldn't trade it for anything, but I need to find a way to weather the next six months, and still find joy in it.
2 comments:
Hang in there. You are doing a great job. Let me know if there is anything I can do.
Get a muffin tin and fill it with grapes, carrots, string cheese, triscuits--whatever and stick it on a low shelf in the fridge. Let the girls eat it all day while you feed yourself and Max. It works!
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