I find it difficult to truly put down my thoughts and feelings. I want my writing to be authentic and to depict the life that we live and the triumphs as well as the struggles that we go through. However, it can be difficult to write about the awesome things without sounding prideful and it is hard to honestly write about the hard every day situations without sounding like a whiner or a complainer. And since there are some people how read my blog, I honestly don't want to be judged. However, I have noticed that as I go back through the blog posts from the past five plus years, it is so good to read about the mundane challenges and little bits of pure happiness that I have written down.
On Tuesday night, I was reading a book of short stories of motherhood and I can't even remember the exact story or idea, but I clicked in my head that I had too high of expectations for now. Because Little Ninja was a sleepy baby and slept "really well" for a newborn, in my head I was thinking that he would start sleeping huge chunks of time by now. Maybe because it feels like he has been with us for so long, but I somehow forgot that he is still a newborn. He is only three weeks old. Maybe because we went back to church five days after his birth, I feel like we have been back to "regular life" for a long time and I feel like I should be more productive. So I would look at the clutter around my house because it is hard to pick up things when you are holding a baby and feel stressed. Maybe because he was such a sweet quiet baby for the first two weeks, I felt a selfish feeling of alarm as he had a fussy weekend and I thought "oh please don't be hard baby". And I didn't honestly think of it because I can't handle a hard baby, I am okay with a baby who cries and needs to be held. However, I selfishly was thinking how it would reflect on me to have a "hard baby"; especially, after we had told people what an angel baby he had been. And I didn't want someone to label him as a "difficult baby". I get defensive like that when it comes to my children. Selfishly, I wanted to be the awesome wife who doesn't wake up her husband to help with the baby. And while I am sure Troy enjoyed the many nights that he wasn't up, I realize I don't do any service by being a martyr if we do have a rough night. And I realized how I need to be more patient with Saku and Eerika. They have adjusted to Little Ninja so well, and they deserve my patience and benefit of the doubt when it comes to their actions.
Something that Tuesday night just made me have a moment of realization that my life right now is beautiful and awesome. So last night at 2 am, I was holding Little Ninja and inhaling his baby smell, his head smells delicious and his breath is awful, I felt so grateful. I felt grateful for him. I felt grateful for Troy who has offered many times to get up and help during the night. I felt grateful for the kids who were sound asleep. I felt grateful for my healthy body, the ability to nurse Little Ninja without problems, and the fact that I will be running and hopefully running fast very soon.
Another blessing has been Troy's wisdom. I don't say that in a sarcastic way. He reminded me how important it was to swaddle Little Ninja. Though he slept fine without being swaddled or being loosely swaddled, he sleeps much better when he is swaddled very tight. Because he is not as consumed with Little Ninja, he has better perspective on things and reminds me that Little Ninja, just like my other two kids, is not a reflection on me as a mom. When I can separate that in my head, I am much more patient and tolerant and loving.
Of course, it is much easier to have a good perspective as Little Ninja is sleeping on his own and the kids are happily playing in the backyard. Plus I have had two nights of good sleep, which right now means that Little Ninja slept three hours in a row, nursed and went right back to sleep.
Saku and Eerika love coloring, drawing and cutting things. They often spend an hour or more doing this in the afternoons.