...The fact that I am so ridiculously hard on myself. It's like I'm almost incapable of giving myself a break. DD wouldn't fall asleep for her second nap at lunch time so I gave up and we went grocery shopping. When we got home I fed her and put her down for a nap. She fell asleep no problem. But then she woke up only 40 minutes later (that may be okay for some babies, but not for her since her first nap was also only 40 minutes and she needs a lot of sleep).
At that same time, I was in the process of making pasta salad for tomorrow's supper, and I had stuff out to make my lunch for work tomorrow. I went in and saw that DD had spit up all over herself and her sheets. I cleaned her up and decided to just do a load of laundry because I had other sheets and towels that needed washed. I knew she was still tired so I put her back down. She refused to sleep. She was in her room intermittently crying and doing her angry, "I'm exhausted" scream while I'm simultaneously trying to get the laundry started and quick put away all the refrigerated stuff so I could go back in and try to get her calmed down.
I went back in and rocked her for half an hour. The whole time she was grabbing my necklace, looking around, arching her back, forcing herself to stay awake. Finally I just put her back in her crib and left, thinking there's no way she's going to sleep and she'll just be miserable all evening. Miraculously, she did fall asleep, thank goodness.
During this time I decided I was not going to make the oven fried pork chops and mashed potatoes that I had planned for supper, but instead I was going to make a frozen pizza (because I still have a sink full of dishes to do, laundry to fold, AND I'm on call for work tonight so I could get called in at any time!). And here's what's messed up- I feel guilty for not sticking to my meal plan and taking the "easy way out" for dinner. How ridiculous is that. Sometimes I just can't believe myself. I seriously spend every single day just thinking of things that I could have done better or stuff I should have gotten done. I never focus on the positives of the day. Ugh!
Sorry. This is just a vent. If there's anyone else as crazy as me, please feel free to add your stories.
PCOS with long, irregular cycles
First round of Clomid in May 2012= BFP #1, DD born January 2013
BFP #2 in January 2014, DS born September 2014
Re: You know what's messed up?
Was I proud of myself? Mostly I was just upset that I didn't stay up long enough to put the dry diapers away or pop the pureed green beans out of the ice cube tray and package them up in aluminum foil and a freezer bag. (Nevermind that I have a MONTH'S worth of homemade baby food sitting in the freezer, which is an accomplishment in and of itself considering I work 44-52 hours a week!)
Me? A perfectionist? Nah. [-(
First round of Clomid in May 2012= BFP #1, DD born January 2013
BFP #2 in January 2014, DS born September 2014
First round of Clomid in May 2012= BFP #1, DD born January 2013
BFP #2 in January 2014, DS born September 2014
I'm a very type A planning type person and the transition to motherhood for me has been a process of learning to go with the flow. Natural birth plan ended in C section. Pack and play set up in the room, ended up cosleeping. It goes on and on.
I know most of the mommies on TB are here because they care SO much about their babies. If you care that much, you are probably doing great as a mom! We are all our own worst critics. Sometimes we need to just give ourselves a break.
I like cookies.