Thursday, February 21, 2008

Have Patience

Hi and Welcome to my Blog!

I am new to the blogging community, and my blog is still under construction, so please be patient with me as I play around here and figure this thing out.

I've uploaded a pic of my 3 children, and hopefully it is where I think I placed it to be here in this post. If not I will try again.

This is the most recent picture I have on my computer of them, which was made Sept 07. Tyler is 17, Cameron is 4, and Madison is 2. I was 20 and my husband David was 23 when Tyler was born. About 4-5 years later we decided to try for another baby, which obviously didn't happen because of secondary infertility, until we reached our 30's and things changed rather quickly.

Have patience. The older I get the more I learn what it means to have patience because some times I have to summon everything in me to be just patient. I started really understanding after the birth of my 3rd what it meant to have patience, even to have patience with myself to have patience!
After Madison was born my lesson really started. Everyone was saying I had a built-in-babysitter, ect. Not true. Parenting is our responsibility and that isn't to say Tyler wasn't to help be a big brother, and I don't think anyone saw my situation for what it really was. I had all of the bases covered-A Teenager, A Toddler, and A Newborn all at the same time!! A 15 yr old, a 2 yr old, and a baby. Patience, Patience, Patience, and Patience. Talk about being pulled in all directions- that I was, and on top of that Madison didn't want to sleep the first 3 nights home, which was so unlike my other 2. They would wake, feed, sleep, ect. Not her. It was wake, feed, doze, wake, feed, doze until I was delirious.

I never slept with any of my children until her. After her feed she would not sleep in her bassinette, swing, car seat, but only on me, which I wasn't comfortable with. I didn't want to suffocate/roll over on my baby, but I had to get some sleep, and that was the only way I could besides sitting up and falling over while she breastfed `ha. So, we slept in the recliner for the first month. She slept on my chest, and I took a flannel sheet and pulled it tight across us and tucked it under me so she could not slide off of me. One morning I woke up and she wasn't there, and I freaked until I realized I was only having a nightmare. Another morning I woke up and she really wasn't there-she was on the foot of the recliner!!! After that it was the bassinette regardless, but luckily she didn't have a problem with it, and the adjustment became easier.

I love/adore my children. They have had me running in opposite directions at once, maxed my patience, and exhausted me, but they also have brought such joy, laughter, beauty, love, and hope to us, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

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