Parenting - Six months in
With a whole entire six months under my belt this is what I have to say about the "parenting" thing. (In a very rambling non coherent type of way.)
Every baby is different. Every mom and dad are different. So, every family is different. That's what makes the world interesting but it can also make things hard. Especially in the blogger world because it's hard to not compare your baby/parenting styles with others.
Georgia's first seven weeks of life were the hardest seven weeks of my life. She had colic that magically disappeared the same week I threw in the towel on breastfeeding. (Jonathan and I realized that the other day and now wonder if there were some feeding issues there we never realized?) Colic these days isn't related to gas or tummy issues anymore (says new research) so babies just cry. For no reason. Jonathan and I were in the lucky 20% of parents who got a colic baby. At first she cried all the time. Then, I realized she was hungry and started formula and she would cry from 7-11 (off and on) every night. It was hard. REALLY hard. I think God gives really impatient people (me!) very trying times on purpose...to grow as a Christian. And, while I see that and know that to be true it didn't make it any easier. Although, now that I've dealt with a colic baby once I'm pretty sure I could do it again. Next go around I will just have a different outlook knowing that it does stop at some point. Georgia's stopped literally all at once (although it did SIGNIFICANTLY decrease with The Happiest Baby on the Block!)
Parenting for me was a huge reality check. One little tiny person can knock you on your butt so many times and say, "Hey, I'm the priority. Not you. Get over it!" Again, I knew all of this was coming. I had nine months to prepare but it was still hard letting go of all my "me" time. I'm one of those people who really values my alone time.
Also, nobody has ever made me feel more dumb in my entire life than Georgia. And clearly, not on purpose. There is just such a HUGE learning curve with the first child. Learning their likes and dislikes. Which paci she likes, how she likes/needs to be held, that she needs formula to fill her tummy, that her crazy arms and hands wake her up, that she actually wants to sleep on her tummy...I could go on forever.
I've learned that crying it out is ok and it does work, that "this too shall pass", it really is true that when babies are learning a new skill their bodies will wake them up to practice that skill, not to ever get too comfortable with one routine...when you do she'll change it, tummy sleeping and formula are life savers, and that stress can steal your joy so quickly! I let my stress get the better of me SO many times and I regret it so SO much. There are so many sweet newborn moments I cannot get back that I just wasted by being a huge stress ball...not that the colic made it any better.
While being a mom is hands down the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life and has made me cry more times than I care to mention it is without a doubt the most rewarding experience God could have given us. Her first smile (on purpose!). The first time she reaches for somethings and actually grabs it. You should have seen Jonathan and I the first time she waved to us on purpose. I'm sure we looked like idiots. We were so excited! Watching her grow and develop is amazing. Seeing her smile is just the best. Her smile is only overshadowed by her adorable laugh. I just can't get enough!
Georgia for sure keeps us on our toes around here but I love that she is head strong and determined.
Six months of parenting has taught me how to be a better person, how to be a better wife, and that this life is not centered around me. (Clearly, I'm the youngest child in my family and the only girl!) It's been a challenge to say the least. I never realized how selfish I was until Georgia was born but I'm glad she was the one who let me know ;)