We’ve all been there. Well … at least most of the mothers that I know have gone to bed at least one night thinking to themselves, “God.Bless.America! Is my child the only one like this, because dude, this whole parenting thing is not easy?”
I know that I’m a bucketful of complaints, but today was especially hard for me. My doctor said that I will be healed and able to care for my children in 4-6 weeks. Well, today marks 4.75 weeks and what the crap … I don’t see much progress going on here! What’s going on Mr. Doctor? Can you please fill me in on why the crack of my ass is still killing me?
So, I’ve taken matters into my own hands and started carrying on with my life; even if it kills me. Like Pook said, “No pain, no gain!” From now on out, I’m balls to the wall! Ok, not both of my balls are to the wall, just one. That missing ball is at my parents house; sweet little Lucy Rose is at my parents for the night. Thanks Mom & Dad!
So today, I realized that Cole is wild. I’m talking W-I-L-D!! It was just one of those days that I wasn’t expecting and it threw me for a loop, so here I am typing to all you internet people about it. While I was feeding him dinner he had the 29th meltdown of the day. That’s it! I slammed the avocado down on the counter, ran my fingers through my dirty hair and all I could think to do was pray. Pray really, really, really, really hard that the Man above would pull me through the thick funk that I was in.
Good news. He pulled through, once again! Right as I was getting ready to slam another veggie down on the counter, the phone rang. Thank the lord, because avocados are expensive these days, you know?
It was Ash calling. Man, does God answer prayers quickly, or what! I think she caught on pretty quickly that I was going nutso and amongst her words of encouragement, I told her, “I just feel like I’m so drama these days…. and it never ends!” Without a heartbeat she replied, “Girl, I tell you what …. I had a few days a while back that where drama-free and girl, I was bored to death!”
She always knows the right things to say. Thanks Ash, you’re the bestest ever!
Even better news, my day turned around even more. Cole agreed to get down out of the chair and walk up the stairs with me to get in the bath without any complaints! I thought to myself, “Am I dreaming or is this really happening? Nope, not dreamin’, it was for real!
After I gave Cole his bath I was reading the book of his choice, which happened to be the Pooh book, the longest book that we own. Whatever, it was fine by me, I was just happy to get the lotion on the child before he kicked me to death. Really though, I was excited! Excited for the day to be over!
I had my new donut to sit on, and I knew I could do it. Well, I take that back, I didn’t know I could, I was just hoping and praying that I could pull through.
I did it! I read the whole book without having to stand up and read to him as he sit in his crib glaring up at me, which is what we’ve done in the past. For real, he sat on my lap, I rocked, we read, and read, and read and it was just like good ol’ times. I was aching badly, but it felt good to get back to “normal”. After reading the longest book in America, I flipped off the lamp and started to rock him in the glider as I usually (used to, B.T.B*) do.
Ok, so I admit I was putting him to bed 30 minutes, ok maybe an hour early because It.Was.Just.That.Kind.Of.Day! So anyways, back the rocking. We rocked for about one minute and my little man popped his head up and pointed to his crib and said night-night? I was all “Excuse me, did you just say that you want to go night-night?” “Like right now? As in you will go into your crib for the night … like right now and you will not see me until the morning kind of night-night?” “Yeeeeeees!” he replied.
I teared up when I realized … “Oh my gosh, this is it! It’s happening! The one thing that I said that I would never do, I was doing! I was wishing away a stage in my child’s life. The terrible two’s! I wanted them to be gone five seconds ago, but can I take it back? Please”?
Right before my eyes my baby is turning into a little man. A little man that no longer wants to be rocked by his Mama. So, we stood up and started the whole, ‘here, stand on this chair and I’ll boost your booty over the rail and into the crib’ scenario because you know, I’m disabled and all. As he was saddling his leg over the rail I was like, FREEZE! Come here, baby. It took all I had, but I forgot about the pain and scooped my little boy into my arms and started swaying side to side just to make sure he was for real. “Mama go, Cole night-night!” he said.
Weep!
Before I know it my baby will really be a man…pubes and all! Oh dear, can you even imagine what that post will be like? Let’s hope I’m done blogging by then!
My lesson of the day is to remember to appreciate this time with my little boy and girl because time is something that is precious. It’s something that you can never take back, so I’m choosing to hold on tight for the smooth and rough roads ahead. In the mean time I’m going to have a glass of wine. Cheers!
* B.T.B = Before Tail Bone Incident
