I know it seems insane because Valeria is only 14 months old. I’m 35 and the older you are well the riskier it is for myself and the baby and frankly I don’t want to have kids close to my 40’s.
We are incredibly excited and we are trying to get Valeria to understand there is a baby in mommy’s belly. I have an app that shows a 3-D baby and the growth each week which she loves to look at and we have been bringing her to the ultrasound appointments with us, so she sees the baby on the screen. We have been involving her in every step of this pregnancy because we want her comfortable with having a sibling.
The first trimester has been rough for me, I’ve been so nauseous that I’ve been unable to eat, however it’s slowly getting better. But there have been some….issues when I went for my ultrasound appointments. That’s a post for another day.
BUT….I think I’m having a little boy. That is the feeling I’m getting personally and we found out the gender February 12th!
Valeria has been out of sorts the past few days and even though we have been able to manage it, today was a difficult day, especially for my husband.
She woke up in a very bad mood and not quite sure why since she slept through the night. But she woke up screaming and crying, and my husband couldn’t soothe her at all. We couldn’t figure out why; we checked her teeth, checked her diaper, tried feeding her and nothing. I swooped in and held her, rocking from side to side until she calmed down. I laid her in bed with us, allowing her to crawl and play for a while until she was ready to go back to bed. Mind you this was happening at 6 AM. She woke up again around 9, again not a happy camper. My husband tried playing with her on her mat, than attempting to feed her finally woke me and I jumped out of bed.
Another moment to calm her and give my husband a break. Eventually we took her to the couch and let her play a bit, my husband and I chatted a bit. We decided to try feeding her on the couch, which we have never done before, but this was a special circumstance. She ate most of her breakfast with my husband holding her and I was spoon feeding.
I really don’t know where the morning went, but she went down for a late morning nap. She again woke up cranky, but she played on her mat and shortly after we went over to see my mom and brother. We were discussing the table set-up for the Baptism party. There was much more to do than we had initially anticipated, so we will have to go back during the week to clean up the basement at my Nonna’s house.
Again, I don’t know where the time went, because we headed home and she napped pretty much right away. Our idea to go to a country market fell through, so we will try again next week though. While Valeria napped, my husband napped with her.
Now you are probably wondering how it was a hard day for him. I believe they feed off of eachothers’ emotions. When Valeria is not having a good day, than he gets into the protector/I need to soothe her mood; however when it doesn’t work, she just gets more fussy. Both Libras, one more stubborn than the next and I’m suppose to be the fire sign (Sagittarius)! I’m the calm one in our little trio! She would cry every time he would hold her, attempt to soothe her, or do absolutely anything with her.
I was the only one who could soothe her at all, and I know the feeling my husband was going through. Feeling hopeless, useless and like I was failing. It’s difficult to go through a day like that and not wonder what you are doing wrong.
As a parent, you go through ups and downs, wonder if you are raising your child right, wanting what is best for them, and so on and so forth. But the days, like today, where everything just seems to be against you, like your child wants nothing to do with you, well it’s really hard emotionally. I know for myself that when I go through days like that with her, I eventually breakdown and cry. I’m sure any parent can attest to that. You pour your heart and soul into raising a good little human, and to have a tough day, it hurts.
I knew that my husband needed me; to soothe her, to feed her, to give him a breather, and not just be there for her but also for him. Sometimes, all you need as a parent is a hug and some reassurance from your partner that you are doing good. Sometimes we forget that and put all our energy on our little ones.
Eventually later that evening, their emotions calmed down and they became their normal happy selves. Playing and laughing together, tumbling around and just hanging out as they normally do. The rest of the evening went well.
I love my husband and will always be there for him. Sometimes, we just need a reminder from our partner that we’re alright.
Valeria is in the thick of it now, as mentioned in a previous post, she basically had two little teeth pop out days apart from each other.
Sadly, I didn’t really comprehend how difficult this would be for her and all the symptoms she would be experiencing. Some I didn’t even realize were associated with teething.
This is about to get real and anyone with kids will understand the stress and worry this is causing. She surprisingly didn’t have many symptoms prior to her teeth erupting from the gums, it’s the after that has been effecting her, which I’m assuming is due to inflammation and pain.
Sunday night was the start of it, we noticed she was a bit fussier than normal being put to bed and she really didn’t want us near her mouth.
Monday it only got worse, she was again fussier than normal but she kept chewing on everything and anything. We figured the counter pressure was nice for her, along with the fact she was drooling buckets like a Saint Bernard dog. Her teething toys were her best friend during the day. Night time was a different story, she was literally up every hour crying in pain, and when we did calm her long enough, she would be whimpering in her sleep. Definitely a sleepless night.
Tuesday we all woke up with little bags under our eyes but hers were so terrible. Her eyes were red, along with her nose and cheeks. Than we really noticed the runny nose. She fussed over EVERYTHING and I mean everything. There were times she was inconsolable. Distracting her with walks was our only option and trying to get her to nap any way we could. But sleep still eluded her for the most part. Naps were short. Solid food consisted of whatever was soft, so a bit of fish and potato and a little fried egg. She really didn’t have much of an appetite though. However the diarrhea began so things were just flying out of her. We kept giving her the frozen teething toy to help with the inflammation, along with a bit of chamomile in her bottle. She eventually went down to sleep, later than we would have liked, but she still woke up fairly often.
Side note: Before you judge me for the chamomile, it’s been a remedy used for hundreds of years and you don’t give them a lot. It helps with restlessness and mildly helps with inflammation.
Wednesday was another fussy day, but my husband and I had a game plan. We were going to distract her with walks and go to the mall. Again she really didn’t want us near her mouth; wiping her runny nose and drool were a challenge. Though we took her for a nice LONG walk in the morning, if I recall it was at least an hour if not longer. She fell asleep in the stroller and my husband and I just decided to keep walking until she woke up. Once she was awake, she was a bit happier. We returned home and got her in the car seat and off we went to the mall. We walked around for at least two hours. She was okay, fussy at times, but a little bit of formula or a change in carrier position and she was okay. We noticed her nose was super runny, her cheeks flushed and a touch swollen and she was tired. But she was a trooper, even fell asleep on dad for a bit. When we got home, we put on some teething gel on for her, which she was NOT happy about. From that point on she would cry, fuss and get upset over every little thing. She ate very little solids, really disinterested in food and her formula. But again we gave her the chamomile in her bottle. She only really wanted me last night, so I laid and sang her to sleep. She cuddled up next to me and fell asleep drinking her formula.
Once I knew she was fully asleep and I could hear her little snores, I topped up the bottle and put it in the fridge. I was up all night, however my husband and her snoozed the night away. I was grateful with how much she slept. From 9:15 PM to about 2:15 AM, this is an approximation. She woke up to fed a bit and back to sleep, than she woke up around 3:30 or 4 AM. My husband was kind enough to take over since I didn’t sleep yet. She was crying and whimpering, and the only way she wanted to sleep was more upright and on my husband. She fell back asleep around 5-5:30 AM.
Now for today, things have been getting better thankfully. Her runny nose is still there, but a lot less. She is still pretty fussy and really just wanted to be held by me for the most part. Her diarrhea has disappeared which is great! Her appetite seems to be coming back slowly, we are doing smaller more frequent meals for her today. Sleep is still difficult during the day, her naps tend to be short. However this evening was good, we decided to try a bit of a new routine with her.
We gave her a bath, lavender lotion on her skin, read to her as some Gregorian chants played lightly in the background and when she got a bit fussy we started to give her the bottle. She would eat, pull off and then roll around a bunch. At that point I stopped reading and would sing to her instead. And it was rinse and repeat. At one point she pulled off the bottle and was just rolling around, rocking on her hands and knees and I told my husband just let her be. Her eyes were closed but she was still moving than bam, she laid on her tummy and just passed out.
It was almost as if she just put herself to sleep or wanted to. Her eyes were closed the entire time she was wiggling and rolling around, but we couldn’t understand it.
Has anyone else’s kid done this?
Anyway, it’s been rough and I’ll be honest, my husband and I haven’t exactly been communicating well. Sleep deprivation isn’t nice on relationships. But we are hoping that things are subsiding for her and she can get back to her normal self….until the next enamel nightmare decides to erupt.
Sorry this one was long, but I ask that you please pray for us. Thank you
This is a post I kept going back and forth about writing for a number of reasons. But I’ve decided to share my story. This will be the first post in a series I will be doing.
***Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional, this is just my journey and what I learned. If you are having severe emotional struggles, depression or suicidal thoughts, please seek medical attention immediately. Thank you***
As a first time mother, I always knew I wanted to try breast feeding my baby. As you’ve probably heard time and time again, “Breast is best”…and to some degree it is. But for a lot of women it isn’t a possibility or even a consideration and that’s okay! You do what’s best for you and your child, you are the parent after all and a fed baby is a happy healthy baby.
However in my case, no one told me how difficult it could be or even the repercussions of stopping.
Before I gave birth, I could feel my body getting ready; my breasts were getting heavy and filling with milk. I was informed by my midwife that I should start collecting Colostrum also referred to as “liquid gold”. It’s essentially the thick first milk you produce while pregnant and just after birth. It is high in nutrients, antibodies and antioxidants, which greatly helps your baby’s immune system. So, I did what any mother would after hearing all those fabulous benefits, I bought syringes and began collecting! I collected 15 syringes in total, all varying amounts, but I was so proud of myself and felt ready to take on my breast feeding journey.
Unfortunately, my breast feeding journey with Valeria was a struggle to begin with and then was cut short due to illness. My supply tanked, what little I had to start and I tried everything to up my supply. You name it, I tried it. But I digress at the moment.
I was lucky enough to not have problems with her latching, it came so naturally, even when she was first born. She latched immediately, which I was told is a huge rarity. With the latch not being a problem, we soon found out it was my supply.
My supply was low; I kept attempting to feed her, but she wasn’t gaining the necessary weight, so in came the formula to help supplement what I couldn’t provide. Both my midwife and doula could see I was struggling and they made suggestions of things to try. My midwife suggested Milk Aplenty by Rumina. It was this foul tasting herbal supplement, that I would usually take with a small glass of orange juice to help mask the taste….didn’t really work though. Sadly, I began to noticed I was having a reaction to it; my throat was sore and hurt terribly and I eventually stopped taking it, but it worked!
At one point, my supply was so plentiful that I was leaking every morning and I was happy about it! I was pumping for night time feeds and breast feeding all day long. Though once I discovered the reaction to the supplement, I had to try other options: lactation cookies (nope), power pumping (no), different herbal supplements (yeah right!), even stupid teas (you must be joking? They didn’t work). Nothing worked and at one point I began to resent pumping. Neither the electronic or manual worked all that great, not to mention the little results it yielded.
In the month of December 2023, sickness came into play and took it’s toll on both Valeria and I. She wasn’t able to feed with her congestion and I had to be on antibiotics for a ruptured eardrum (yeah, that’s right, my congestion was so bad it popped my eardrum, nasty right?!). My supply tanked and was pretty much non-existent. I kept attempting to pump, but became discouraged when I would only produce 10-20 mls a day, if I was lucky. Eventually I had to make the very hard decision to stop and strictly formula feed.
Ultimately I wanted Valeria fed and not starving, but it left me feeling disconnected, worthless and a whole slew of emotions I can’t even fully describe. I even had some breakdowns because of it. It’s hard to describe how that loss of connection with your child feels. Almost like a void, an emptiness and I was only able to breast feed her for a very short time. Now imagine a mother who breast feeds for years.
To this day, I wish I could have fed her longer, but that wasn’t the journey we were meant to take. I’m still not fully recovered, but I’m trying to be patient with myself and allow the recovery to take it’s course. It’s getting better each day as I watch her grow and surpass milestones. Recovery time is subjective to the person in my opinion and mine is taking a bit longer. I’m a very emotional person deep down, though most people don’t know it.
While going through the aftermath of “weaning”, which I learned about after I stopped breast feeding. I really didn’t understand what was going on with me. I just thought, ‘Oh I’m feeling really melancholy, it must be postpartum depression…’ but no. Not everything can be chalked up to postpartum depression, it’s not always that simple it seems.
I was shown a video by a family member and I did further investigation into this as well, reading article after article. So I do encourage you to do your own research as well.
Now, I don’t take credit for anything I’m about to say, it all goes to this woman Danielle Facey, who has put in the work to gather the information which I will share now. I’m going to highlight what I think is important, so here it goes…
There is little to no research of the impact that weaning has on a mother’s body, however many women seem to share similar experiences. While you are pregnant, our oestrogen and progesterone levels shoot up, helping us to feel happy and healthy while we are expecting. However, in postpartum these hormone levels plummet and stay low for as long as we are lactating. But during lactation, our prolactin and oxytocin (our feel good hormone) rise, which helps us to feel calm, content and helps us as mothers to fall back to sleep after a night of nursing or pumping.
As we start to breast feed less and lactation lessens/stops, prolactin and oxytocin drop drastically. Because of this hormonal shift, it makes mothers experience an array of emotions and symptoms, such as:
Nausea, Headaches, Insomnia, Nightmares, Irritability, Depression, ‘Brain Fog’, Mood Swings, and more.
Some mothers hardly notice symptoms while other experience post-weaning depression or weaning blues. This can occur up to several months after weaning. Eventually other feel good hormones will come back to normal levels to help combat this. It just takes time, typically four to eight weeks.
This is temporary and things will get back to normal eventually, but if you are concerned please seek medical attention from a health care provider. You can try to cope with your symptoms by:
eating protein with each meal to balance blood sugar levels, necessary vitamins and minerals, regular exercise and exposure to sunlight (Vitamin D is key!)
Now, like I stated before, I think recovery time is subjective to the person. Medically, it’s hormonal shifts and swings, the body is quite fascinating, isn’t it? And yes, this contributes to emotional factors that you go through after weaning. But the emotional and physical connective link to your baby, well it’s special. When that link is chinked, it’s hard to navigate back to fix it.
So what’s the verdict here?
Well.. know that if you just had a baby and are breast feeding, it can be difficult and a true test in an already trying time. Some women are fortunate while others are not so lucky. But the journey is different for everyone and what you are feeling is “normal” in a sense. I really do hate to use the word normal, but you are not alone in your feelings. Try to do your best with breast feeding, try what you feel is good for you and go as long as you need to before you decide to wean. Only you know when you and your baby are ready to take that step.
Remember you are not only food (or as I referred to myself as a cow) for your child, you are so much more to them than that. You are their world!
The emotional turmoil you will or are going through after weaning is also “normal” and it does get easier with time. But don’t clock your recovery based on things you read or are told, take your time to work through the emotions and if need be, seek medical assistance. Don’t be ashamed.
You are never alone in your struggles postpartum, somewhere there is a mama going through the same things you are. It just seems Taboo to discuss them.
I want to change that.
Let’s uncover those Taboo topics together shall we?
Today Valeria is five months old and wow does the time fly! It feels like just yesterday I was bringing her home, but I’m pretty sure I say that every month.
Since she was born, we have been taking monthly photos of her, which I do not share online for personal reasons. Frankly, I’m just not comfortable.
But today, since it’s becoming Spring (though you couldn’t tell from the doom and gloom weather we are currently having) and Easter is at the end of the month, why not choose that for the theme.
My cousin and her soon to be God Mother, bought her this cute little floral shirt and sage green romper combo, which of course I had to put her in for the photo. I also bought her a little Squishmallow chickie, which she loved! Put her on the couch and sat her up. She is getting better each day with sitting, though she does topple over every once in a while. That big noggin is hard to hold up!
The pictures turned out cute, I got a few good ones, A LOT of blurry ones, but all in all not to shabby. She’s a miss wiggles, but I’ll send those out to family later.
Well, that’s all for today really, well I guess the gym was also on the agenda tonight and we did go, but that’s not as important as Valeria’s big five months! I’m beaming I’m so happy.
Any who, I’m off for the night. Valeria is sleeping and I get to spend some much needed time with my husband.
Have a good day or night wherever you are in the world!
I’m going to write now since I have a little bit of quiet and Valeria is snoozing behind me since about 8:45 this morning, it’s current almost 10 AM.
Last night my husband left for Hamilton, he had to be in the office today and since we are about two hours away from his office, it’s a shorter commute from his mom’s place. Which meant I had baby duty last night and all day today…alone.
I know women have been doing this long before I became a mom, but this is the first time, today, that I’m truly alone with her. I know I can manage, but there are times when I can’t console her and my husband can so I’m hoping I don’t run into that today.
Last night was a little rough, I was able to put her down by 10 PM, she did NOT want to sleep. With a bit of help from my mother, which she tried well before that with little success, just a very full baby who was wanting to play and laugh with grandma instead of falling asleep. Eventually I sent my mom off to bed, she had an early day today and I went about trying to get Valeria settled. Needless to say, I tried everything, than I decided I was going to just let her chill in her crib to relax on her own. All of a sudden there was silence and I got worried, as we do as mothers, and I look over and she put herself to sleep! Oh happy days!!
However, that didn’t last too long as she was fussy and woke herself up. I picked her up and rocked her, consoling her until she settled than back in the bed. Than again, woke up about 20 minutes later and at this point once she settled, I let her sleep on me for a bit before putting her back down in her crib. She slept until 1:40 AM, fed a bit then rolled over and back to sleep. 3:30 AM rolls around and up she gets, wailing like a banshee, so I pick her up and grab the bottle and off to our bedroom. I laid her in bed with me, fed her and out like a light. She slept until 7:30 this morning, waking up a touch cranky. I held her a while, fed her a bit of bottle and by 8:45 AM she was out again in her crib. I’ve been up ever since.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but once I’m up now, I’m up and can’t get back to sleep. While she is snoozing, I made coffee, did my morning routine and now sitting here writing. I checked in with my husband to make sure he made it to the office okay and my cousin texted me, so chatting with her at the moment as well. I’m going to let Valeria sleep until she gets up, she needs her rest.
But I’m going to end it here before she suddenly wakes up with me typing mid-sentence.
I hope you all have a wonderful day wherever you are in the world.
I haven’t written much about my daughter lately, but I think I’ll dedicate this post to her. She has learned some new “skills”, that my husband and I find hilarious.
The first being to stick out her tongue. Compliments of her grandmother (my mom), when she was playing with her and attempting to get her to mimic. Well, now she is like a little lizard baby, always sticking out her tongue. It’s so cute and hilarious because she only sticks out the tip, sucks it back in and gives this big giant grin.
The second, which I’m not quite sure where she learned this one….it may have been from me to be honest, is to blow raspberries. If you don’t know what that is, let me explain: it’s when a baby sticks their tongue out and make a razzing sound. Her raspberries are also accompanied by spit bubbles. This is now how she greets me in the morning, just blowing raspberries and smiling, very pleased with herself.
The third, she makes little spit bubbles and then sucks them back in, smiling and giggling to herself. She thinks it’s so great and I can’t help but laugh at it.
This fourth one even impressed me, and it makes me wonder if she has inherited my double-jointed ability. However, my husband read that this is a very common baby thing. As of today, she can now bend forward, literally folding herself in half and puts her toes in her mouth. I was astonished and instantly started laughing. I called my husband over to see what she was doing and his immediate response “Is that okay for her to do?! Is it NORMAL!?” He then proceeded to read into it and felt better afterwards. I’m a relaxed mom I guess, cause it made me laugh. Just sitting on mom’s belly then boop!…folded forward and toes in the mouth. Makes me chuckle just thinking about it.
Another one which I’ve discussed before is her rolling. Ever since she’s learned to roll, she is constantly doing it. It’s impressive to watch honestly and we make it a game with her now. Just rolling her back and forth as if she’s on a swaying ship, it makes her laugh and smile. If she’s amused, I’m happy!
It’s been a beautiful adventure watching her learn new things and she picks them up so quickly. I can’t wait to see what she will pick up next in her “skill” set, but I’m really looking forward to it! I have a feeling those raspberries are going to come with some sassy when she’s older.
I’m a proud mama of this silly little girl and I wouldn’t change it for the world!
What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?
Let me grab Yoshi and take my magic mushroom and get this challenge goin! Yes, my nerd has just come out, but this is a question I’m going to have a little fun with because the answer is frustratingly serious.
My biggest challenge in the next six months is going to be tackling the task of losing weight while being a busy mom. I have things set up and trying to get my ducks in a row with my health, but with that I need to manage a busy and unpredictable schedule at the moment with a currently four month old.
It’s doable and I know I can accomplish what I set my mind to, it’s the time that’s frustrating!
Monday was family day, which added another day to my husband’s holidays and when I found out, well I was thrilled!
Sunday night, we came back to my mother-in-law’s apartment late so we were just going to make the drive home the next day. The next day I was feeling a bit under the weather, I’m sure for a number of reasons, the main one was my tummy was feeling queasy, possible that I had a small bout of food poisoning. Eek! But I’m also very much an introvert, so when my social meter is maxed, I tend to get really exhausted and want space. The number of factors against me was racking up.
My husband’s siblings came over later in the afternoon and he got to spend some time with them. I was resting in the bedroom and I felt terrible I wasn’t out there socializing with them. They ended up playing a new board game that his sister and her fiance brought over called “Worst-case Scenario”. It seemed really fun, I even got to play a round before we left. I told her next time we’re here visiting that I want to actually play for real. They love board games, so it’s always nice that they bring them over for us to play.
We headed home by about 4:30 PM and the drive was pretty quiet. Valeria slept the whole ride, she was exhausted and my husband and I were both fairly silent. Not for any particular reason, we were just both ready to be home in our own space. We really missed our bed. We got home around 6:30 PM and unpacked the car in one go, including Valeria. I did not want to go back out into the cold.
We dropped everything on the floor and quickly spoke to my mom before heading back down to unpack out bags. I leave my husband to unpack his own, but I usually take care of the rest. I also don’t like leaving things packed up, it’s one more thing I don’t need on my list of to-do’s!
After I was done unpacking and sorting things for laundry, I turned to my husband and asked what he wanted to do once Valeria fell asleep for the night. He wanted to veg on the couch, for those of you who don’t know what that means (and the fact I’m showing my 90’s/2000’s lingo here), it means to be lazy on the couch and not do anything. And that was exactly what we did! Valeria spent some much needed time with grandma before her bed time, then she passed out with little fuss. My sleepy girl!
My husband and I proceeded to watch the latest episode of 90 Day Fiance and oh my gosh, what a mess! It’s one of our guilty pleasure, trash television shows. We also have to start the new season of Love is Blind. He went to bed with the baby after the episode and I fell asleep on the couch finishing the show Griselda. Which I think I’ll give a review on. Eventually I crawled into bed by 6 AM and slept for a bit before Valeria woke up, right before my husband started work at 9 AM.
Today has been a pretty chill day, nothing planned or going on. I’ve been really exhausted, even napped when Valeria had her naps. I will admit I’m going through something and can’t quite figure out how to manage. A story for another day though.
I think Valeria hates being home, even though she is tired, she just wants to go go go all the time. She is definitely not a homebody like her mother, that’s for sure. Her naps have been good, she’s been a bit fussy but nothing crazy. Her laugh is coming in more and more each day and it’s too adorable for words!! I’m obsessed, I purposely play with the tummy to make her laugh, she goes crazy. She also has this new excited sound she makes now too. How can I describe it…..it’s like a oooo ooo, think of like a baby owl or like a puppy trying to howl. It’s the sweetest and always puts a smile on my face. She does it whenever things make her happy; animals, her crystals, the fireplace, the giant stuffed Mickey Mouse at my mother-in-law’s, certain people. I wish I could record it for you to hear.
Did your kids make any cute new sounds when they were four months? Does it put a smile on your face thinking back to it?
Valeria is currently sleeping at the moment, mom nap time powers activated! And I’m just writing this up quickly. I’ll be heading to the gym tonight around 7 PM, so wish me luck! Changing up my routine just a little, I’ll let ya know how that goes.
I hope you had a wonderful day wherever you are in the world!
I was hoping to have written this earlier in the day however, our internet went out and hasn’t come back up. So writing this on my little cell phone using data is a bit difficult, but I had to write this!
Any parent is well aware of this drooly, fussy and a bit restless of a time. Also during this time comes the, what I like to call, Everything in the Mouth phase. Yay! From teething toys, her burp cloth, fingers (hers and ours), shirts, she has even tried my hair and everything in between! Having your hair pulled for a taste test in your drooling, almost four month old’s mouth is not the greatest feeling for the scalp or the drenched strands. She even tried to grab a pasta noodle off my husband’s fork, which he saw the ninja attempt immediately and dodged that catastrophe.
I know some of it is exploring and learning for her too, which is great for her development. But man, I bet those cold teething toys or even the cloth feels so soothing! I have to wonder though, why is that? Is it a little massage or maybe like a counter pressure for them? I really should read into this more to see why it is they try to put everything in their mouth while teething.
If anyone has any insight I’d appreciate the information!
Ultimately, it’s been funny to watch her attempts and to see some relief on her little face when something does work. This is going to be a long road of teeth coming in so I’m ready for this rocky road…oh the joys of parenthood!
But today was a tough day for Valeria, the evening seemed to be the worst. Not really sure why that is, but the only thing I can think of is maybe she is more relaxed as she is getting ready to sleep. We were finally able to really get her down to sleep after a few attempts.
I’ll be honest, I’ve been stop and go writing this post since 9 PM…it’s now 11:20 PM. But since she is snoozing away next to me in her bassinet, I’m just finishing up here, quick shower (you shower when you can as a mom) and bed. I’m exhausted and tomorrow is a busy one.
I’ll keep ya posted on any funny anecdotes with Valeria. Do you have any funny stories of your kids? Let me know in the comments!
Mama on the Move 
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