Last week has been one of the roughest weeks, I’d say it’s right up next to the 1st week we brought the baby home from the hospital. I flew off the handle several times with the hubby, I broke down and cried with the baby, and I officially convinced myself that she hated me. Hubby has been sick last two weeks so I was one man short around the household. To top that off, little Piglet has been teething, going through her 5th developmental leap, and approaching her 6 month sleep regression. WOOSAHHH. She is fussy about 80% of the time, won’t let me set her down even for 30 seconds, and nothing makes her happy except when I’m holding her.

Motherhood is the hardest adventure you will ever go through and I’m sure there will be many more uphill battles ahead. But the second she smiles at me I know it’s all worth it and I’ll find the strength to keep going. I know I will have bad days and good days. But these moments don’t last forever and there will be a last time that she will ask to be held and a last time she will want me to feed her. Sob. Okay now I’ve started crying again. End rant.