Charlotte is becoming a pro at speaking in full sentences. This morning from her crib I heard “I WUV you Grampie” on repeat.
Last night at dinner it was “peanut butter and jelly sandwich for you” because she didn’t want the beef stew. (“you” actually means herself. pronouns are tricky!) “Just put it over here” when the sandwich was finally delivered.
Or “There’s another baby here!” when she is tired of having to act like a big girl. (She’s right. We demand a lot of this not-even-two-year old).
But I have to shamefully admit that there is one that really gets me. “He want mummy”. He being Baxter, and mummy being me. And this sentences goes hand in hand with the one so often spoken by my husband, grandparents, visitors, friends, etc. “I think he’s hungry, you better feed him.” He allllways wants mummy. And according to well-intentioned others, he’s alllllways hungry. Which means this mummy never gets a break.
Resuming work yesterday after a two week vacation, I returned home to chaos. Between the hours of 4-7:30pm, someone was always crying. Usually more than one someone. Charlotte needed ice in her cup, help on the stairs, a play mate, a hug, new socks, a different book. Baxter needed…well, mummy.
I went to bed feeling pretty sorry for myself, and felt even more defeated and frustrated when Baxter woke up at 11:30, 1:45, and 4am. At 6:15 this morning, I tried to pump with my broken breastpump (more on that later). I checked my email, and found this article/blog shared by my mamas group that put it all in perspective…it brought tears to my eyes thinking that these days of being needed won’t last forever. It was timely, emotional, and spot-on. So I stopped feeling sorry for myself, and changed another diaper. Life goes on, and these moments are so short.
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