frustration turned to peace

We've had a rough week. Melody has been whiny, needy, and not herself. She tries to be happy, but cannot. I can see her pleasant nature being snuffed out by what I assume is teething symptoms. We've had long nights of crying, running nose and wakefulness. It is so sad to see her unable to get good breaths due to a stopped up nose. If only she's breath through her mouth... The problem is, her fingers are usually inside her mouth while she sleeps.

This morning I am dazed and tired. I am finally drinking my coffee. It sat on the kitchen counter for over a hour, ready with soy milk and sugar in the raw. Now it is room temperature. This would usually bug me, but since it's 79ยบ in our house, cooler coffee is okay.

I could not do anything right with Melody this morning. We finally did her two favorite things: an outdoor walk; then a bath. A few times around the block at 8:30am, and I'm already hot and sticky. I'm ready for fall. She calmed down on the walk and then enjoyed the bathtub, until she tried pulling up to a standing position on the side of the tub. Slippery, hard surfaces plus naked, wet baby are not a good combination. She got frustrated when I pulled her away from the edge. We had a full-on meltdown when I finally took her out of the tub.

All of this wouldn't phase me if it weren't for two things: I'm tired and I have a freelance project due soon. I finally got Melody down for a morning nap. I am hoping she's worn out enough to sleep a few hours. (Please. Please. Please.)

Despite my whining, I still think motherhood isn't as hard as I thought it would be. The crying, snot, slobber, poop, night-time care, pick-up-the-toy-a-million-times game, baby gear in every corner of the house, extra laundry, babyfood sneezes.... I used to worry I'd hate all these things. I'd see moms in restuarants unable to eat their food because of the baby, and I'd involuntarily shiver, wondering how I'd cope when it was my turn. The thing that makes all these things okay is the amount of LOVE I have for Melody. Taking care of her is a pleasure, even when it is in the middle of the night. I get frustrated often, but when I stop and really think about it all, I come to the same conclusion every time. It is a delight to take care of her. On our walk this morning I found myself breathing prayers of thanksgiving for such a gift. I am overwhelmed by the blessing and goodness that has come with our strong Melody.

I did not expect this post to end this way... when I started it I was super frustrated and ready to complain, complain, complain. I feel better now. I have a friend who once said, "Writing is like throwing up. I always feel better afterward." This quote applies to me this morning. (Although I'd choose writing over throwing up any day of the year.)


cjoy said...

I know exactly what you mean.

Anonymous said...

me too!sky

AfricaBleu said...

Teething is a cursed, cursed experienced - but I guess the alternative is not so great - pudding forever!

Hang in there - you're doing the most important job in the world.

When do you move back to Siloam? 'Cause there's AIR CONDITIONING in my aerobics room...

bekah said...

We'll move back in October. I'm excited! Do you still teach aerobis at JBU? I am planning on returning to your class, at least when it's extreme weather outside. I'm looking forward to it! "PopTurn!"

Anonymous said...

I've been wanting to reach you but can't seem to find your phone number. Can I put you on the mailing list for the MOPS newsletter for the group in Fayetteville? But it sounds like you're moving...(you probably need me to get that bassinet out of your way) I've enjoyed reading a couple of your entries. Teething can be a really rough time. but it does pass for a while and then new teeth come in! argh! L Denham

bekah said...

Hey L!!!! IT's great to hear from you. I'd love to get together and chat. I will call you this next week. Thanks for reading and commenting.