Hi! My name is Alishia and I am a KraftaholicMommy.
I have been really working hard on this Corner to Corner blanket for my adorable niece. She is going to love how soft this yarn is and I am really hoping that she loves the colors. I have also been running errands like crazy and fighting a blasted cold, all the while, being Mom.
When you get pregnant, women always tell each other so many things.
“Get you sleep while the baby is sleeping.”
What I learned when my little bundle of joy showed up.
Those clothes I put on on Monday are the same clothes I am waking up in on Wednesday. My sleeping while the baby sleeps turned into cleaning the house and washing all of tiny little outfits that met the horrible ends of the mouth and bottom. My sleeping while the baby sleeps turned into paying all of the bills and making the shopping list (that conveniently, I will forget as I rush out the door). My sleeping while the baby sleeps was replaced with a few moments of tears for thinking how horrible a job I am doing as a mother, quickly followed by tears of joy that God could bless me with such a tiny, amazing little angel.
“The sleep will come once they get a little older.”
What I learned…
Yes, my little one did eventually start allowing me fuller-ish nights of sleep. Then for someone like me, with anxiety, quickly learns that you are going to sleep and wake up every few minutes to check on your little bundle of joy. My goodness, I was so horrible about going in his room and just watching him sleep to make sure he was breathing. My munchkin came into this world snoring while he slept. I could hear him snoring away in peaceful slumber, yet here I am creepily standing over him counting his respirations. I still catch myself, with my six year old, watching him sleep each night. My sleep is not in slightest bit like it was before I had a little one. For the most part, a fly could burp and I am wide awake.
“Enjoy it, they grow fast.”
What I learned…
That phrase doesn’t even begin to come close to how fast, fast is. It still feels like yesterday that we brought him home from the hospital. Boy was that a day. I was so scared and excited to have him home. I prayed nonstop that God keep his hand on him and on me. I still pray that prayer to this day, but I have learned that every year he gets older and it seems like just a day or two goes by and we are celebrating another birthday for him. Time flies, literally takes off the second the doctor puts your little one in your arms. Don’t stress over the little things. Don’t allow yourself to get wrapped up in the things that you won’t even remember the next day. Instead, take that extra fifteen minutes to hold that baby just a little longer. Sniff that top of their head just a few times more. Give those extra kisses and PLEASE take more pictures. Don’t worry about getting the house perfectly presentable. Just an FYI, cleaning the house with a little home is like blending tomatoes without a lid.
Being a Mom is the hardest, most tiring, and most painful job you will ever have. It is also the most beautiful, amazing, and down right miraculous job you will ever have. I have never in my life experienced so huge a range of emotions in such a short time spam. I have also never been happier in my whole life.
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