My daughter is almost 7 months old. Recently she's been waking up every 1-2 hours during the night. I tell myself these are precious times and that soon she will be sleeping through the night but can I also not want to kill myself when the night is a blurry up and down dance of feeding, bouncing, patting and changing? My friend Tiffany mentioned the MO, "Give me Sleep or Give me Death!" and I sarcastically adopt it as my evening mantra.
I really don't mind her getting up. Once, twice... even three times. I actually enjoy feeding her. But after the 5th feeding I start to think evil thoughts like, "Seriously? You can't STILL be hungry," and "I wonder if I just let her cry if I could fall asleep through the noise." Even though I'm slightly (ok, not-so-slightly) complaining about her getting up, I'm not really asking for advice. My husband and I don't believe in the cry-it-out method for several reasons and so we're willing to put up with waking up. I just do miss sleep and I'm beginning to wonder if I ever will get 8 solid, uninterrupted, glorious hours of sleep again.
It's funny what motherhood does to us women. So much changes. And if you would have told me any of that before I birthed my daughter I would have rolled my eyes. But it's true. I
never thought I would be a huge advocate for not getting an epidural. I
never thought I'd be for co-sleeping. (I honestly thought this was super weird and unhealthy). I never thought I'd be willing to sacrifice so much to avoid giving her formula. I'm not judging anyone that gets an epidural, doesn't co-sleep or formula feeds. I can understand doing all of those things. My decisions are personal. But if you're curious, I'll tell you why I've chosen the things I have. I'm also incredibly grateful that I get to stay home and watch her grow. She changes daily and I'm so thankful that I don't have to miss all of those "firsts" and that she will grow up to know me so well, and vise versa.
I NEVER thought I'd be a stay-at-home mom either. And I do still work from my home, but my job as a mom takes way more time than I thought it would and my job-job is always on the back burner. In fact, my busy days that require me to work a lot are a love-hate scenario because I love what I do but I have realized I have less patience for Autumn. I end up getting frustrated with her faster and ignoring her more often, and I don't want to be an absent parent even if I am physically there.
I guess it's just funny as I reflect on the last 6 and a half months and think about what I thought motherhood would be like before Autumn was actually born. It's harder but more amazing than I thought it would or could ever be. I have to pray and lean on God a lot. It's scary that I'm partially responsible for this young little life.
And now for something less heavy and a little more sweet...
Strawberry Shortcakes!
This time of year is perfect for this delicious dessert. And it's super easy too.
Strawberries:
Slice and mix in about a 1/4 to 1/2 cup of sugar
Buttermilk Biscuits:
http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Buttermilk-Biscuits-232187
Whipping Cream:
1 cup heavy whipping cream
1/4-1/2 cup sifted powdered sugar
splash of vanilla
Combine and beat with an electric mixer or kitchenaid mixer until it forms stiff peaks. Delish!
Unfortunately I don't have a picture of this but it was SO good. The biscuits had a hint of a salty taste that complimented the sweet perfectly. My husband said that we can't buy the premade shortcakes ever again because this was so much better.
Enjoy!