Thankful That Somebody Needs Me

Thankful that I'm needed

Thankful that I’m needed by these three

Someone shared this “Mommy, Somebody Needs You” article on Facebook the other day and it was so timely for me. It’s been crazy around here with 3 kids under the age of 5 and most days I feel like I’m barely surviving. I haven’t been able to blog as much as I would like, the house is a mess and I feel completely overwhelmed.

Baby D is the most difficult baby of the three; he doesn’t sleep well, has lots of gas, wants to be carried all the time, and needs to be fed frequently. Adam is still such a Mummy’s boy, so if he wakes up during the night, he only wants me to attend to him. I don’t get much sleep, I’m exhausted all the time and there’s just so much waiting to be done during the day. I’m dead on my feet and my eyebags have eyebags.

Sometimes, I look forward to the end of my maternity leave when I won’t have Baby D stuck to me all day long and when I’ll be able to stop breastfeeding. The idea of being able to have an uninterrupted meal (with both hands!) is so appealing. And being able to sleep through the night! Wow! I’ve forgotten what that’s like!

Then I read the article and feel instantly uplifted. I see how beautiful my chaotic life is. I am reminded that the days are long, but the years are short. I’m blessed with three amazing kids (and the husband’s not too bad either!) and they are going to grow up so fast. For now, they need me and I’m incredibly thankful for that.

Of course, this doesn’t mean I’m gonna be beaming from ear to ear when David wakes up wailing at 3am demanding to be fed and changed, and Adam decides that that’s the best time for him to wake up too and scream for Mummy, waking his grouchy sister up in the process! But being thankful that I am needed by my three little ones is going to make it that much easier and make me feel so much happier.

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6 thoughts on “Thankful That Somebody Needs Me

  1. Pamela Tan

    I know how you feel! It’s the way we felt when the twins were born. Days were really super long, and so were the never ending nights of feeding. I thought I would never get to hug my husband again coz I was either breastfeeding OR having engorged breasts all the time! The first year of a child’s birth is the toughest, I think! Hang in there! Shout if you need an extra pair of hands!

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