From the first to the third

I’ve learned a few things  along the way as a parent. I am so thankful for all the trials and lessons learned with our first two children. It has made the adjustment to number three much easier. 

I’ve learned this…

Never move a happy baby.  If she’s content in the swing, leave her be, even if her head is flopped to one side. (I’m working on teaching this lesson to our oldest).

Babies cry.  It’s their only way of communication.  It’s okay if they cry.  (An aside, I’m dealing with how much do I let her cry vs. picking her up right away.  There is a tremendous amount of guilt for me when I hear her cry.  I want to bond with her, let her know that there is always someone there. I also know that sometimes all she needs is a good cry.)

Accept any and all dinner offers. 

Accept any and all help.  With our first, I was determined to “do it all.”  Not anymore.  Nope, I need help and I will take any help offered.

Be ever grateful and THANKFUL for an AMAZING husband who will spend the hours of midnight to 2 am rocking a sick and cranky baby.  Matthew, you are the best!  I treasure my sleep, in however small increments I can get.  Thank you for giving me the opportunity for it.

Showers are so overrated. So is done hair.  Baseball caps and headbands are my new friends.

PS. Desta and I went for a run yesterday on the Sante Fe Trail. She promptly fell asleep. I enjoyed 5 miles of bliss.