Just a little bit’s enough…
Sorry, I couldn’t resist. But no, this isn’t a tribute to a Pink song. The title is very fitting, though. So, I’m going to borrow it.
In this post I want to discuss something I am so very guilty of: trying to explain everything. Everything happens for a reason right?
That’s what I used to think, at least. And then I had a baby…
I love looking things up. I love to research and find answers. So, when my baby girl decides she’s going to be extra fussy one day, the first thing I do is pull out my phone and start searching.
Is it a leap? A growth spurt? Does she have reflux? Has her schedule been thrown off?
What is it?!
Sometimes I do find something that eases my mind (and releases me ever so momentarily from my constant mom guilt). Yes, the dates do line up for a growth spurt.
And then, a week later when she’s fussy again?
Maybe it’s the growth spurt now… last week was something else. And then next week… well…
I find myself going in circles. I want there to be a reason. I want someone to tell me exactly what it is that’s upsetting my baby and how to fix it.
The thing is, it’s not always that simple. Babies aren’t simple.
I have to remind myself of that fact a lot. Because when there isn’t a “reason” for Norah to be fussy, but she is, I start to feel like a bad mom. Like I’ve done something wrong. But, that’s not always the case.
I’m learning to mom just like she’s learning… well, everything! Some days are going to be harder than others simply for the mere fact that they are. All I can do is love her and comfort her and let her know that no matter how big and confusing the world may seem, I’m always going to be here to help her figure it out.
She doesn’t need a reason to need me. She doesn’t need to be going through a growth spurt or a leap to suddenly want me to love on her constantly. She doesn’t understand her needs any more than I do most of the time. And that’s okay.
We’re figuring it out together, and that’s all that matters!