When Mamahood Gets Tough
It wouldn’t be authentic of me if I didn’t share the good, the bad, and the ugly here on my blog, and today and last week were definitely tough times in mamahood. We all have the tough days of parenting, and it only feels normal and normalizes them if we share it.
My older boys were sick last week, and it was not easy. No mama likes to see their kiddos hurting. Leo got sick first on Monday, and whatever he had he gave to his big brother Ryan who was home from school as of Wednesday. So Wednesday through Friday I had all three babies home with me: my four-month-old, my two-and-a-half year old, and my four-and-a-half year old. Between doctor’s appointments to see what was going on with them, trying to keep the older boys away from the baby, and just planning out activities and things for them to do to keep them busy so they wouldn’t go stir crazy or have cabin fever (which they did anyway)… it was crazy pants!
Then today, the older boys were home from school on a teacher in service day, and I was having déjà vu of last week, you feel me?!
How it All Went
We filled our days with fun and tried to keep a positive vibe in the house. There was a lot of coloring, puzzles, building blocks, character games, dress up, hide-and-go-seek, sticker books, we watched a couple of movies... even so, I felt like I was constantly running out of ideas… or that I was responsible for coming up with more ideas to keep my boys entertained!
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When the boys were sick, the fussiness and clinging to mama was on another level. I mean, I felt like a tree to Leo’s koala last week! The other thing about sick week was the boys weren’t eating much so every food their grandmas or I were making was going to waste. As a mom already it can be frustrating when you make your little one a meal and they just won’t have it, and I was so damn tired and remaining energized for them got harder and harder as the week went on. I was waking up at night to take care of the two, especially Leo who was a little fussier with his fever. I slept next to Leo in his bed for most of the week, so I wasn’t sleeping really and woke up with a cramped neck every morning.
The way it’s been going around here just goes to show you how everything has to stop when you’re mothering. Every mom understands this: you’re mom first and everything else next. So of course I fell behind on some work and some house things with the remodel because everything had to just stop and I had to be there for my babies.
How I Really Felt About It
I’m not going to lie - this is the other really brutally honest part… by the end of last week, I was very much touched out. I had a baby and toddlers hanging on me all week (literally, one hanging off my boob), and at the end of it I was telling my husband, “Please, I just need to be by myself.” I cherished those 20-40 minutes I had in the evening when they would go to bed, but it wasn’t long-lived because they would get up fussy and I just be went back and forth between the boys’ beds and my room. It was just nonstop and my head was spinning by the end of it!
What I Learned
Having all three of my boys home with just me kind of opened my eyes and their two year apart age gaps became very noticeable. They all still very much needed me. Even Ryan, who is getting to an age where he can help a little bit more now, is still only four so there are things he still needs me for. He’s not a fully independent child yet doing everything for himself. All of my babies are still very much mama’s babies!
On the other hand, as tough as it was, it was also crazy fun spending all the quality time with just my boys. We played every game under the sun and laughed and embraced the time we had together! There was lots of cuddling and kisses and “I love yous”. As I always say, perspective is everything. And I’m just feeling super lucky my boys are mine. I’m sharing this with you all so you all know it’s normal. So you know there’s moms out there who have these types of days and weeks, and you’re not alone. It’s ok to dislike, heck hate, mothering every once in a while. It doesn’t make you a bad mom, it makes you human. Keep rockin’ mama, and remember you’re doing amazing!
If you have any tips for the next time this happens, please send them my way in the comments!