Yesterday was a bad, bad day.
The ugly truth about being a parent is that some days just aren't the crisp clean, bleached white perfect moments you see plastered across so many blogs, and baby magazines. Some days are shit.
Yesterday began at 5am. JD woke up at 5am chattering and fake-coughing in his cot (he likes making that noise!). Jake doesn't cry when he wakes up in the morning, he's a very contented baby usually and will lie for 20/30 minutes amusing himself in his bed. Usually, he will go back to sleep himself but yesterday morning he didn't. This put Jake out for the whole day.
All of his naps were a battle; Jake cried and screamed for 20/30 minutes when put down. In the end I endlessly rocked, patted and shushed him until finally, at 1:30 he fell asleep in my arms. I tried putting him down and instantly he woke up and screamed. So he slept only 30 minutes all day.
By the time Hubby came home, I had had enough. I was drained. I was emotional. I was exhausted... And Jake was still crying and clingy.
Do you ever have days like this? Where you feel like an utter failure and like the worst mother in the world? Where you cry out of frustration at the complete cluelessness of it all? Why is he crying? Why won't he go down? Why won't he sleep? Why won't he play by himself for 5 minutes? What's wrong?
What's really nice is how supportive and friendly everyone is - my hubby, my mum, my twitter friends. Being a parent makes you part of a massive community and it's a good job, cuz you need them!
And today? Today was a new day and a brilliant day. Jake was super happy and settled all day. Love him to bits.