The Good Days

Last night I took a class to refresh myself on breastfeeding/pumping. I did not do well with this my first go-around, in fact, I dried up/gave up after 5 short weeks. I was battling post-partum something fierce, and for me, at that time, bottle feeding was just a must. I regret not trying harder or for longer, but I also realized I had to put myself first and accept reality. Guess what- MJ turned out ok!

I feel more confident this time around, and hope with all the helpful hints I received I can conquer the challenges with this baby. If not—I refuse to stress and will once again bottle-feed my baby. No big deal.

What I really want to talk about is what happened when I got home from my class. It was almost 8 p.m. and Jacob had picked up MJ from the sitter so I could drive straight to Effingham after work to make it in time for class, so I hadn’t seen her all day. As soon as I walked in the door I was greeted with a “HI MOMMY!” This was followed by, “hold my hand” as she pulled me into the living room, told me, “sit right here” pointing to the couch and she demanded, “let’s do shapes.” I grabbed the book we’ve been working on and we started in on the shapes. Let me tell you, this girl is so dang smart she purposely will say the wrong answer to hear me tell her “Noooo, that’s not right!” then she giggles and says the correct answer. Ah, she’s just something else!

After shapes were done I asked if she was ready for bed. Of course she wasn’t and asked if she could watch “Dennis” (Hotel Transylvania 2) for “just a bit.” I put her pajamas on her and let her watch 10 minutes. I turned the TV off, asked her to walk to bed with me (I’m in no condition to be carrying her) and she went right down. I asked for a kiss and she flung her arms around my neck, kissed me, grabbed my cheeks and whispered “love you, mommy.” I turned out the light and went to get ready for bed myself. (Side note- Jacob is sick and went to bed as soon as I walked in the door).

As I got into bed I prayed very hard that MJ would sleep all night… so Jacob could sleep all night. (He is the one who gets up with her in the middle of the night, but I knew it would have to be me this time as he was absolutely miserable when he went to bed.) Turns out I must’ve done something right, because God listened and MJ slept a full 9 hours. Thank you, Jesus!

So there is no point to this entry, other than, sometimes you have to be grateful for the good days. I often don’t reflect on the good days; I only focus on the bad days. I am so happy the good days happen and I also think MJ is realizing I’m starting to chill the heck out and not be so anxious around her. Realistically I know not every day will be a good day, but not every day has to be a bad day. Here’s to the good days, and making them even better!