The other day my sister called to ask for the name of the gas drops we gave to William when he was a newborn. Her little Sally was experiencing some intestinal challenges just as William had when he was a baby.
I clearly remember being at Brian's parent's house for Christmas when William was just a month old. He cried ceaselessly even after he was fed, changed and well-rested. His poor tummy just had too many gas bubbles for him to handle. The only thing that would give us just a 30-minute reprieve was the blessed Mylicon.
After I hung up with my sister I realized that Lucy is already a month and a half old and we haven't even had to think about gas drops. I felt guilty for having a newborn who was giving us little to no challenges.
But then I remembered. My sister isn't having to deal with potty training and toddler tantrums and making three complete meals a day and trying to figure out how to get two kids confined inside the shopping cart at Target and the non-stop-go-until-you-fall-down action from the moment his eyes pop open in the morning.
This is my life and these are my challenges. Yesterday it might have been a gassy newborn but today it's this and not that.
It's just further proof that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. It's pretty much that dried-up burnt brown color everywhere you look.
Oh I kid, I kid.
I clearly remember being at Brian's parent's house for Christmas when William was just a month old. He cried ceaselessly even after he was fed, changed and well-rested. His poor tummy just had too many gas bubbles for him to handle. The only thing that would give us just a 30-minute reprieve was the blessed Mylicon.
After I hung up with my sister I realized that Lucy is already a month and a half old and we haven't even had to think about gas drops. I felt guilty for having a newborn who was giving us little to no challenges.
But then I remembered. My sister isn't having to deal with potty training and toddler tantrums and making three complete meals a day and trying to figure out how to get two kids confined inside the shopping cart at Target and the non-stop-go-until-you-fall-down action from the moment his eyes pop open in the morning.
This is my life and these are my challenges. Yesterday it might have been a gassy newborn but today it's this and not that.
It's just further proof that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. It's pretty much that dried-up burnt brown color everywhere you look.
Oh I kid, I kid.
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