Yesterday was my first true Mother's Day. To say it didn't go as planned is an understatement. I imagined a beautiful day with my little guy in a cute outfit sitting on my lap being all lovey. Maybe my hubby would let me sleep in and I'd feel rested and refreshed for the first time in a long time. It would be an Instagram worthy kind of day.
Instead I handed my son to my husband at 5:55am blurry eyed and desperate for sleep. Finnley had a cold. Every sneeze and cough had woken him up. I got maybe two hours sleep. My "sleep in" was actually a 3-hour nap that morning to try to recover from the sleepless night. Then we spent the day trading off baby duties and feeling like garbage.
Finnley's cute outfit? A soggy onsie. My beautiful family photo? Instead I took pictures of his developing rash. My Mother's Day attire? An old shirt and comfy pajama pants which by the end of the day were covered in snot and spit up.
Hubby and I tried to have a relaxing dinner together but when your baby wakes up thirty minutes after he goes down you know you're in for a long night.
Somewhere around 11:30pm, while binge watching old episodes of Bones and holding Finn while he slept so he was at an incline, it hit me that this was actually the perfect Mother's Day. The baby we had worked hard for over the past two years was here. Yes, he was sick. Yes, he was miserable. Yes, we were tired. And yes, the only person who could help him get any sleep at all was his Mom. And "Mom" is finally me.
Happy belated Mother's Day all! If you have a story to share, leave a comment below letting me know about your own Mother's Day adventures.
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