typing w/ left hand whilst nursing baby on right. i want to blog more, get the birth story down, but i have no chance. not exaggerating.
callan cries. a lot. and he spits up. a lot. sometimes it seems like that’s all he does: cry and spit. he’s rarely happy, and it’s so challenging. could use prayers. newborns are a lot of work, and this is no huge surprise. but he’s my fourth “difficult” newborn in a row, and i have to wonder what i do wrong to get four this way.
i know it won’t last forever. it just feels like it.
i’m hanging in there, and staying above water most of the time. i adore this baby, and my kids are all great. this is not my time to have it all together, so i’m trying to remember that daily. i have trouble letting it all go and embracing the chaos for the time being.
many of you ask how i do it all, or comment that i seem to have it all together. i don’t. i’m sorry if i give that impression. i’m just a girl who needs grace, just like many of you. i go through seasons, and this current one is proof that i can’t do it all. blogs can be deceiving; we only blog about things that we choose. usually happy things. i decided to plink out this post, one-handed, because it’s the truth. i need prayer and am not perfect.