Thursday, April 1, 2010

High Maintenance

It's becoming more and more apparent that my second child will be my high maintenance child.

Turtle is a handful, a cute handful, but still a handful.

Sometimes nothing makes her happy and I have no choice but to grin and bear it until her fussiness passes or I find just the right movement to bounce her on my hip.

It's not necessarily a bad thing (unless it's 4am and Mama is tired), I can handle some tears. I just had to accept that this is how she's going to be for a little bit and that I am lucky enough to have help from my husband.

Also knowing that this is not going to be a permanent thing (it'll probably come back full force on her 13th birthday though), is a big help.

I've read numerous places that if you had an easy first child, there's a good chance your second child will be a wild one. And it's true, my children are complete opposites. Roo was never a bad baby and yes, she had her moments where she turned into a red-faced shrieking banshee, but they weren't as often as Turtle's.

I think that dealing with Roo and seeing that there is a light at the end of the tunnel is helping me out in accepting that I have a high maintenance baby on my hands. This is not going to go on forever.

One day Turtle will not cry for 45 minutes straight.

And one day I will sleep through the night again.

1 comment:

Miss Anne said...

i am going to be honest, when saying... reading your blog is so refreshing/real and allows me to see the true side of motherhood.

thank you for sharing it.

thanks for your honesty.

i am looking forward to this journey. :)