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8 Months Later...

This morning, on the 8 month anniversary of being a mother, I woke up--not liking my kidlet all that much.  It was nothing personal.  I know I am a terrible mother for admitting that, but it's the truth.  I hope I get points for that.  But no parent can tell me that they like their children all day every day.

You see, we had this great thing going.  Sleeping through the night and all.  Rockin' and rollin'.  Nap times were great.  Life was peachy.  Then all of a sudden, my 8 month old has started waking up every 2 hours in the middle of the night screaming.  The third night straight of this, and I am exhausted.  When she was a newborn--she didn't wake up that much.  6 times I got up with her last night.  SIX.  That is not including the two additional times Ian got up (after probably hearing my grumble and say curse words that I would never want my mother hear me say).  It was brutal.  The thing is, she is constantly rolling over to her hands and knees and then getting stuck I suppose because all I do is go in there, put her back on her back and she goes back to sleep.  I know I should just let her "cry it out" or whatever good Moms do, but I just don't have it in me.  I just keep reminding myself it won't be like this forever.  Like most phases, it will pass.

The day continued in the same manner.  Fussy, whiny, needy.  Who would think a kid would take so much work.  Refusing to nap.  It was great.  But luckily, she went down easy tonight so I am looking forward to a full night sleep without interruption.

Anyways, here we go.  This is my experience so far as a first time mother of a 8-month-old monster.


Haley at 8 months
Milestones?  What milestone?  I have no idea what Haley is suppose to be able to do at this point.  Why? because I don't even have a second to sit down and look it up.  She is on the go, and a handful at that.  She doesn't crawl, but she does get around by doing the worm.  It looks like it takes a lot of energy and maybe a little painful, but she gets around quickly.  She is really into electrical cords.  I can't have the laptop out in front of her because she come right over to it and tries to chew on the cord.  I, of course, wouldn't let her which results in a diva size fit..because who am I to tell her no.  Mark my words, I have it coming.  She is not going to be an easy child.  Thus, I am doing A LOT of redirection and stern "NO HALEY".  Which she thinks is pretty funny.  Yup that's right, she laughs at my stern mom voice.  Greeaaatt.

She is able to hang on to stuff and stand.  She thinks that is pretty cool.  She can sit for long periods of time, which doesn't interest her as much now that she can stand and get around with her modified crawl.

Meal time is probably one of her favorite parts of the day, just like her momma.  Right now, she is eating three meals a day, with bottles before nap time and bedtime (which I feel as if that is a bad habit I created).  Besides 'baby food' she has tried apple sauce (which she loved), mashed potatoes (she wasn't real sure about those), and a banana.  She has finally learned to hold her own bottle and sometimes prefers to feed herself instead of being held, depending on her mood.

Momma at 8 months
I need to get refocused and reorganized.  I feel like I hit the ground running every morning.  I hate the fact that I am in my PJs for at least the first hour of every morning because I am attending to her.  At some point, I would love to get myself up and ready for the day before she wakes up, but on the flip side of that, that would require me to go to bed earlier which is difficult with Ian's schedule.  The classic balancing act of trying to be a good wife and a good mom.  At this point, I feel like I am struggling with both because I am so frazzled.

I am having to ask for help from Ian more times then I should be with him working so much.  There are days that I am just utterly exhausted and struggle to get out of bed.  I think a lot of this stems from not settling into the new schedule yet.  So my goal is to get re-motivated. Get organized.  And get a good schedule flowing for all of us.

8-Months-Old
Despite at times being exhausted and frustrated, being a mom is absolutely amazing.  I love her to pieces and love watching her grow.  I live for her little belly laughs and smiles.  I love her spunky personality and constantly try to take in the fleeting moments being a mother brings.  

Comments

Shannon said…
I'm curious if, after these sleepless nights, Haley's clothes still fit? My kids all seemed to go through a crabby/sleepless/hungry all the time phase right around 8 or 9 months, usually coinciding with a growth spurt :)
Rachelle T. said…
I didn't like my kid very much yesterday morning either. When he woke me up he was pantless and diaperless. I'm not entirely sure if he peed on his blankets and T-Bone but I took them downstairs to wash-after reclothing my child and putting him back in his crib. I heard him upstairs saying, "momma" and then...silence and thunk! and then rattle, rattle. The little beast had climbed out of his crib and was trying to escape his room! Sweet googly moogly!
Breanna said…
Shannon--it is confirmed, she is bigger! She got bigger over the weekend. I visited a friend I had seen Thursday and when she picked her up, she was like 'OMG I think she grew over night'. I immediately thought of your comment!

Rachelle--So what I am hearing is it down hill the moment they are born! Haha (= That is adorable, but I am scared to death for the day she learns to climb outa her crib, I guess that means I can no longer turn off the baby monitor when I am not ready to wake up..Haha (I kid, I kid...somewhat)

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