It has gotten out of control around here the past few weeks. It started when Luca had a tonsillectomy and the two weeks of recovery were intense.
We babied him and took the doctor’s advice, giving him ice cream and juice, anything to keep him from getting dehydrated. His throat hurt so badly he refused everything at first. At one point I was offering him a sticker for every sip he would take.
He would wake up screaming multiple times a night, but fought his pain medication tooth and nail. Marcello and I would play good cop, bad cop. And when that didn’t work we would switch roles. And when that didn’t work after forever, we got angry. And then angry at ourselves for getting so upset with our hurt child. It was draining us.
As he healed, Luca couldn’t understand why he could no longer eat ice cream all day and threw a million fits because he was tired and sore on top of his already spirited nature.
Adriano was literally running in circles because he had eaten so much sugar. We tried to minimize his sweets and say no sometimes, but you can’t very well serve one child juice popsicles all day and not give one to his brother.
What we had was a (very messy) household of over-sugared, sleep-deprived, TV-addicted, isolated people with too much yelling. Not good.
Marcello emerged as the star parent. I had resorted to crying in the bathroom, but he had learned a valuable thing through all of this. Something must have clicked for him because overnight he became a balance of love and tough discipline to our son. When Luca went primal, Marcello stayed calm, tried to understand why he was upset, explained what the consequence would be if he didn’t comply and followed through. He even hugged him at the end. Wow. I was in the corner taking notes.
When he was well enough, Luca started going back to preschool. We were weary from our battle, but we weren’t quite done. He brought home a nasty virus from school that made its rounds with each of us. Even poor baby Clara caught it and now has chesty cough and plugged up nose that breaks my heart. I’m not exaggerating when I say each child needs something at every single second.
And then Marcello left for several days on business. This was the deal breaker.
I barely have this operation under control when there are two parents, everyone has slept and is healthy. You can imagine how I look now. Crazy. The answer is crazy.
When these situations of sleep-deprived chaos creep up, I find myself angry at God. I tell Him things like it’s too much and ask why He refuses to help me. What would it hurt to just send an angel to kiss my baby to sleep at three in the morning?
And that’s ok. He’s God. He can take anger. And He wants us to be genuine with Him; He knows our thoughts anyway. But at some point I need to mature and move past this point.
If my kids are all sick and waking every hour of the night does that mean God doesn’t care? Not even close. He cares deeply; in fact, he has recorded each tear in His book (Psalm 56:8). What He wants is for me to draw near to Him.
And when I do come to Him in times of need — with an open and teachable heart — I have the most amazing spiritual growth spurts. And growing is leagues better than being bratty and angry.
So what does it look like, drawing near to God when your tired and frazzled? Right now, at this point in my walk with Him:
- it means carrying ongoing conversations with Him
- it means spending time in quiet (when I can find it) so i can listen for Him and be calm
- it means separating myself from junk TV that wastes the brain power I do have as I try to process it
- it means getting God’s word — whether it’s opening up my Bible, listening to sermons on the radio in the car, watching Christian documentaries on Netflix, listening to worship music, reading a devotional … I need to hear truth because I’m vulnerable. And because my feelings and truth are not the same thing!
- it means getting outside myself and praying for others as well
If I’m more intentional with my time in these ways, I see themes emerge. I hear the same thing in a sermon, from a friend, in a song. I am more aware of His presence and what He is trying to teach me.
The other night I was lying in bed, feeling overwhelmed, and my chest began to tighten with anxiety of another sleepless night and the agenda for the next day. I prayed like a begging child for God to help me.
Then a new tactic snapped into my brain: Instead of focusing on the bad, list the things for which you are grateful.
I knew it was from the Holy Spirit and began making a grateful list in my mind. It felt good! And crazy enough my chest pain began to lighten and I fell asleep continuing my list. How do I know it was from the Holy Spirit? Because it lines up with God’s word. He tells us over and over to be thankful (Thessalonians 5:16-18).
When I stop feeling sorry for myself and slow down to listen and be grateful, I see that He has been helping me all along. He just doesn’t answer my prayers when and how I think He should. One specific way He answered my prayers was sending my parents. They didn’t even know Marcello was leaving or the extended madness going on here, but their visit coincided perfectly with his trip.
Don’t be confused and think that good things are coincidence, because they are not. All good and perfect things are gifts from from the Lord (James 1:17). And I must give thanks because there are a lot of good things.
I have learned a lot in the past few weeks, but I’m looking forward to a reprieve. Have you had times like this when you didn’t know up from down?
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Thank you for this, and for your honesty. Life is hard with 3 littles, let’s not pretend to isn’t. But there are amazing things to learn in this stage of life too. So thank you for this today.
I always pause before I press publish on posts like this, because it’s not my first instinct to share hard times or fails. But the hard times are what make us relatable and supportive of each other instead of competitive with each other. Thanks so much for your encouragement, Tracy.
I love this–I’ve been walking through a similarly stressful time (work instead of kids) but it has haunted my every moment for several months. This was such a good reminder for me, both of God’s faithfulness and also a reminder that I am not alone in feeling this way. Thank you for your candor!!
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I’m sorry you’re having a rough time at work, Jaclyn. Saying a prayer for you. I’ll check out your site too :)
Kate! I checked your blog a few nights ago to re-read your posts on flying with your kids (we have a trip coming up) and your app post made me think how you make everything seem so manageable and seeing your phone made me realize I’ve been meaning to upgrade mine for the past year and just haven’t got around to it and I thought how you have three children (THREE!) and I sometimes feel so lost with just one. So, yes, thank you for your honesty in your latest post. I was definitely convicted of thinking everything is going perfect for someone else and not me (even though I’m sure you’re probably cringing now at the word”perfect”). But I was mostly encouraged!
Jessie! I never want to appear perfect or even together. Oh man I would have so far to fall. But I have to say I’m guilty of thinking the same of others too though. (Thanks, Facebook.) Hope you have a wonderful trip! And P.S. I JUST upgraded my phone from the one I got I think four years ago!! Never got around to it either. haha
thank you so much for this post. I read it as I sit here rocking my 4 wk old baby to sleep after a very tough couple of days. He’s my first child and I often wonder how I am going to get through these newborn weeks and while I’ve been talking to God a lot in the tough moments your post reminded me that I need to listen as well I will start ending each night with a prayer of thanksgiving and listing all the things I am grateful for–including my precious son, even if he won’t let me get much sleep right now!
Rebecca, I truly feel for you. The first months are rough! Hang in there. It does get easier. I’m praying you’ll be able to fall asleep quickly and soundly in those moments of rest that you do have.
This is so beautiful. I’m sure every parent has experienced this breaking point, and you are so right that that is the time for us to draw closer to God. I stumbled onto your blog by accident, but I’m glad I did. This is the first post of yours I read, and you’ve gained a new subscriber.
So grateful for your comradery and readership! Parents gotta stick together ;)