“We’re so much better than we were.”

Yes, it’s true-- an antacid and a hypoallergenic formula have changed our lives over here in the Trzaska house. Things are so much better.

Everett isn’t always in pain. Bruce isn’t always crying, “Mama, uppy” when my hands are full. We’re able to get dinner made and run the dishwasher most days.

Things are 100% easier today than they were 3 weeks ago.

My shoulders aren’t in bunches by 10am from bouncing the baby in exactly the right way, at exactly the right angle and exactly the right speed. Bruce isn’t shrieking in Rhett’s face as he wails and writhes around. Mike and I tag team and have an hour or 2 together before we trade in that little taste of freedom for fragmented sleep.

We’re catching our stride. 

We have a few nights a week where Everett sleeps a 4 hour stretch-- rarely do we actually sleep that whole time because we choose movies & wine instead. Bruce only wakes the baby up from 75% of his daytime naps and it’s because he can’t stop kissing and touching “his tiny baby.” I’m stealing minutes when I can to work on my business (yes, I’m on maternity leave, but also, I miss my work).

How are we doing? 

We’re better. We really are. We have 2 healthy kids and that’s absolutely not to be taken for granted. But we’re fucking tired. And it’s hard. And I scream way more than I’d like to admit. And we’re short with each other and our toddler. And even our newborn. 

We have a lot of love in our hearts. A lot of gratitude. AND this season is a doozy. If you’re having a day, or a week, or a season that’s wearing on you-- you’re not alone. Smile when you can. Laugh when you can. And know that when you need to scream or cry, I’m right there with you. We all are.

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