Life in our house has been messy lately. Since we got home from our trip to New Zealand really.
With a newly eating baby, and no cleaner, it has been literally messy.
But it has also been figuratively messy. The Engineer’s Baby had jet lag. Then due to her newfound crawling and standing skills, she got a little separation anxiety. Then we had a few days where her sleeps meant we missed some of our favourite activities. She got her immunisations. Aforementioned new skills led to a few bumps and bruises. Then she got a sunburn. A mild fever. A biting habit. Possibly a new tooth about to emerge. She hates medicine, and the ensuing screaming is not fun either (though it does seem to help). Basically, we’ve been struggling to find our rhythm again at home.
I would like to say that I have dealt with it all calmly and gracefully. But if I said that, it would be a bald faced lie. There have been tears and tantrums (not just the baby’s). There have been desperate phone calls to my Mum and The Engineer. There have been worries and doubts and negative feelings. It has been hard.
But in amongst the mess, there have been lovely moments. There have been loooong naps (a revelation in this house). There have been new clothes, new toys, and new skills. There have been smiles and giggles. There has been a whole lot of attention from the public (people here LOVE babies). There have been relaxing coffee mornings. There have been swims and walks.
And these are the things I want to focus on. I want to focus on her learning to use her teeth, and the fact that she tries everything we offer. I want to focus on her determination to pull up on anything and everything. I want to focus on her snuggling in when I carry her in the sling. I don’t want to ignore the challenges, but I don’t want to let them take over.
It bums me out that at least half my posts are this way – having to try so hard to find and focus on the good. I really wish I could post more positively about this amazing baby. I really wish I could talk about how well I roll with the punches. But it’s more important to me to be honest, and for now this is the reality of my parenting journey. At times, it’s really fucking hard. But that doesn’t mean it’s not amazing. It’s both. SO both. And I’m going to embrace that (or at least try to…)