Change?!? UGH! I've never been one that is great with accepting new things. I usually stress about it until it completely over takes my life. When Addison wouldn't take her bottle when she first got home, I became obsessed with finding out what was going on. I literally would not sleep until I figured out what was going on. Come to find out that it was something as small as changing from a rubber nipple to a silicone nipple. Addison doesn't like the silicone nipple and prefers rubber. Where Alexis will only drink from a silicone nipple and dislikes rubber.
When Alexis kept waking up every night soaking wet I became obsessed with finding the perfect diaper that didn't require her to lay in sopping wet pj's every morning. I think I tried almost 9 different types and brands of diapers until I found a solution.
Over the weekend we made the switch from the specialty preemie formula to regular Similac Advanced formula. Our pediatrician told us we could do this several weeks back. She told us to use up what we had left and then transition them into the new formula. I seriously have been having some major anxiety issues about switching the girls from their high calorie preemie formula to a regular infant formula. Would they like the new formula? What if they won't drink it? How do we switch them? Do we mix in some of the new with the old and slowly keep adding more of the new stuff? Nope, as advised by the girl's pediatrician, we just switched them cold turkey. Once again, All of my anxiety and stressing was for nothing. They didn't even bat an eye at the change.
These are only a few of the things that I've fixated on over the past few months. So the moral of this story? Is all of my anxiety, constant worrying, tension and stressing because I'm crazy or because I only want what's best for my little girls?? Probably a combination of both. But after this weekend, where the girls once again surprised me with their amazing resilience, I'm vowing to chill out a little. I've learned to sleep again, why can't I learn to mellow out a little? It's the tiny little things like this that have caused me to prematurely grey. Yes, at 32 years old I'm finding more and more grey hairs everyday. My new goal is to just roll with the punches. Shit happens and there is absolutely nothing that I can do to change it. I feel like my constant obsessing is making me miss out on the amazing little moments that my girls experience everyday. From here on out I will relax and take the time to breathe in my surroundings and not sweat the small stuff.
I saw this quote on a fellow MoM's (mother of multiples) blog last week and I thought it was perfect.