A letter to my ‘fussy’ baby
You have been labelled a ‘difficult’, ‘challenging’ and ‘fussy’ baby. I tell people how wake up every 2-4 hours throughout the night, even at 5 months, and they shake their heads.
“I’m so sorry,” they say.
And it’s true, you’re a terrible sleeper. Like, the worst. You hate napping. You hate your cot. You’d prefer to sleep as close to me as possible, with one hand on my face and another grabbing my hair. It’s kind of cute, but not very convenient.
And you’re not one of those babies who is content to sit quietly on their mother’s lap while she has a chat with friends/drinks a cup of tea/watches telly. You require constant motion and constant stimulation. You want to be standing, investigating and putting everything in your mouth.
And is it hard? Yeah. Parenting you takes everything that I’ve got. Am I tired? Absof***ignlutely. But should people feel sorry for me?
No. Not for a second.
You are who you are, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. Even with all the sleepless nights and the time spent walking aimlessly in the rain just so you’ll nap and all the mother’s groups and parties I’ve had to leave early because you’ve decided that you’re done with them.
You aren’t difficult – you’re spirited. You’re not challenging – you’re independent. You’re not fussy – you just know what you want.
You are my daughter.
I think you’re perfect.
But if you want to sleep a little bit more, that would be okay too.