When I was younger, I can vividly remember my mom telling me on several occasions that, “This too shall pass.” I never fully appreciated the meaning until I became a parent myself. When you have an infant, it seems as though everything is “just a phase.”
Oh, your baby is refusing to eat? Just a phase.
He/she doesn’t sleep through the night? It’ll pass.
Baby doesn’t want to take naps? Don’t worry, they’ll grow out of it.
Crying unless held? Just give it time.
It’s as if knowing that it won’t last forever is supposed to be some magic cure that will make you feel better. Ideally, it should. However, while it all seems fine and dandy that everything will get better with time, it sure is hard when you’re in the thick of it. And by hard, I mean sometimes near impossible. Sure, the positive words of encouragement may be a temporary mood enhancer, a band-aid if you will, but reality is still staring you in the face. And that reality has quite a set of lungs and the stubbornness of a mule.
Guess what. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. It’s okay to cry when your baby won’t stop crying, or won’t eat, or is refusing to sleep. Sometimes, it was hard to tell who was crying more- me or her.
So what did I do?
I called my mom and cried. Ironic as it may seem, she was the only one that could reassure me during those so called “phases.” Well, her, and a close knit group of friends who all have babies around the same age as mine. These ladies have talked me down from many pre-anxiety attacks before they became full on meltdowns. Without those support systems in my life, I can honestly say I would’ve pulled my hair out.
(I can’t stress enough the importance of finding someone or a group of someones that you know you can turn to when you’re in the middle of a I-can’t-handle-anymore-of-this moment.)
Moral of the story? I survived, and so will you. Full head of hair in tact.
So don’t worry, this too shall pass.