The Days Are Long…


As I’ve previously stated, and the one thing that all moms across the board can agree on, is that motherhood is hard. I’d go out on a limb to say that it’s the hardest work you’ll ever do. Yes, it is also the most rewarding. But there are some days when those rewards feel few and far between, right?

Last week, my husband was out of town all week, so it was just me and the boys. All day, every day. It was exhausting and stressful. Thankfully, I have some amazing friends and family that came by to let me get a shower, bring me food, and generally just make sure I was staying sane.

This week, my best friend is in the same situation. Her husband is out of town all week, so she’s solely responsible for their two kiddos. Although these weeks seem like the longest weeks of our lives, in the grand scheme of things, they go by quickly, and for the most part, we all come out unscathed.

While A was gone, I spent most of the week counting down the days and hours until he returned. But I find myself doing that even during normal weeks. I’ll look at the clock and think “oh my gosh. It’s only 1 in the afternoon.” Or J will be having a meltdown while I’m trying to make dinner and I think “Lord help me, there’s still 2 and a half hours until bedtime.” When G wakes me up at 3 AM to eat, I think “ugh, how much longer until you can sleep through the night?”

I need to stop doing that. I saw a quote online the other day that said “The days are long, but the years are short.” I’m not sure who said it, but they were right. Although sometimes the days seem never-ending, in the long run, time flies by. I cannot believe that my first son will be 2 years old in just over 6 months. And my second son is 2 months old today, already! I feel like it was just a few months ago that we were bringing J home from the hospital. Now he’s gone from a baby to a little boy, and his little brother is growing just as quickly.

When J was a newborn, I remember trying to get him to go to sleep one night. I was still full of postpartum hormones, and I was exhausted and at the end of my rope. I stood next to his pack & play, bouncing him up and down, and I thought “I’m going to have to bounce him all night for him to stay asleep. I’m not going to get any sleep tonight. I’m never going to get to sleep again.” And I just burst into tears.

Yes, it was a very dramatic thing to think, but in that moment, I was dead serious. You think some crazy things in your new baby, exhausted, hormone-riddled state of mind. But the point is, we got through it. I also remember talking to Becky one day, and I was so frustrated because J could not keep his binky in his mouth to save his life, and every time it fell out, he would wake up. So I was constantly up and down at night and during naps to put it back in. Desperate, I asked “When will he finally be old enough to pick up his binky and put it back in his mouth by himself?” She kind of laughed and said “Um….not for many months.”

And then one day, I stopped, and I realized: he could put his binky in his mouth by himself now. Yeah, it did take awhile. I mean, they don’t really have the dexterity and coordination needed for that task for awhile. But it happened. I wasn’t putting his binky in his mouth forever, like I thought I would be. Every season passes, and it passes faster than you expect it to.

Someday, sooner than I think, G will be sitting up, and crawling, and not so dependent on me all day every day. And J will be able to feed himself with a spoon without making as big of a mess as he does now (hopefully), and dress himself, and communicate more with his words. And then they’ll be in school someday. And then someday they’ll be teenagers. And I don’t really like thinking past that.

Because as long as the difficult days seem to be, they’re really passing by in the blink of an eye. And as hard as it is to have babies and toddlers, I feel sad when I think of the day that they don’t want to snuggle with me to read a book or take a nap. Or when they don’t need me to kiss their boo-boos. Or when they think that they’re too cool to hang out with their old, un-cool mom. Or when they get married and a new woman enters their life. So I’ll stop checking the clock every 20 minutes, and wishing that time would speed up so that I don’t feel so stressed and sleep deprived anymore (although I don’t believe that’ll ever fully go away, anyway). I’ll take a deep breath and remind myself that this moment will pass, quicker than I’d like, and I’ll cherish the time I’ve been given with these precious boys.


6 thoughts on “The Days Are Long…

  1. Love this. I have a four week old right now and I find myself wondering when he’ll sleep in his bed for more than 15 minutes at a time. But posts like these remind me to treasure the extra snuggles I get as I hold him in my arms : )

    • Don’t worry–my older son slept with us for almost his first whole year because he just would not sleep in his own bed. But now he sleeps wonderfully through the night in his crib in his own room. So I definitely know how you feel! My younger one is doing a lot better with that so far, so don’t worry, it probably won’t take a year for your son to get there, lol. And sometimes the sweetest moments happen during those late night snuggles. 🙂 Thanks for reading!

  2. This is beautiful. I know exactly what you were feeling, I wrote a post last week about being by myself while my husband was away with a toddler and being heavily pregnant – not fun! But some beautiful moments in there as well 🙂

    • It’s pretty rough! And definitely not easy being pregnant with a toddler. My sons are only about 15 months apart, so I know what you’re going through! Glad you made it through ok! 🙂 Thanks for reading!

  3. My first two sons are only a little over a year apart too. I tell people all the time that having 2 children was much harder for me than having 4. I smile when I look back because I literally couldn’t leave the house without someone telling me to enjoy it. Reminding me that the time would fly by. That was hard to hear when the days all felt ETERNAL, but now I’m one of those looking back thinking, “Holy Cow, how did we get here? How are my children bigger than I am? I was just having these babies yesterday!” I always say once they start school, they have a birthday every other day. You’re wise to be able to see that this young stage really will pass quickly, but be kind to yourself in the moments when it doesn’t. It’s okay to not love every second 🙂

    • Yes! I hate it when people act like you’re an awful mom for not always loving every second of motherhood. Let’s face it, we have to deal with some pretty crappy (sometimes literally, lol) stuff sometimes. But obviously I still love my kids! Just not the circumstances sometimes. 🙂 It’s nice to hear from someone who has been through the “two under two” stage and came out okay! Thanks for your comment!

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