I have missed last week’s word of the week for two main reasons: one, my struggles were pretty much the same as the week before, so pretty boring to read about the same things…Two, hubby was away for a whole week(and a day), baby kept me busy and I had little time for anything else.
But things have changed meanwhile. Although Georgie’s reflux is still here and keeps him up during the day, sometimes for hours on end and wakes me up at night, sometimes from 5 a.m., my perspective has changed. The pills I am taking must have helped to a certain degree, as have the chats I had with other mums who have had reflux babies, as has the visit with the pediatrician on Tuesday confirming we are doing all the right things for Georgie and it is now a matter of time until we will see results…
I have come to ACCEPT that this is how things are for us for now. My mum will most likely have to go back home in a couple of weeks, to look after my dad, so things will get a bit tougher without her here, my baby will still fuss and my older one will still demand my attention. But you know what? It could be worse!
I live in the hope that I will see an improvement soon, that we will sleep better at night and that, in a few days/weeks/months, things will be “normal” again for us. Until then, I try to enjoy the small things and don’t sweat the small stuff.