Deployment: Small Mercies

Small Mercies
Though there have been glimpses of good times and happiness (as evidenced by my Instagram feed), in general, I would say this deployment has been rough.

I don’t even know where to begin. How far back do I go? To the week he left, when the kids had strep throat and double ear infections? To February, when Benjamin began his battle with recurring ear infections and when both children had their upper lip and tongue ties revised? To March, when when we traveled to New York for two weeks and Benjamin’s unresolved ear infection coupled with his four-month sleep regression almost ended us and when Madeline had a virus that landed us first in Urgent Care in New York and then in the ER in North Carolina (turned out to be the flu, which we were all vaccinated against, and it took me out, too)? To this month? Benjamin’s ear infection is back, along with his inability to nap or sleep through the night. Madeline’s sibling rivalry has finally kicked in and she will do anything — good or bad — for my attention. And me? I’m having dreams (when I’m lucky enough to get a REM cycle) about ocean waves crashing over my head.

Perhaps, I’ll just give a glimpse into tonight at our house. As I was giving an extremely overtired Benjamin (who had been crying for the better part of the last three days) his bedtime bottle, Madeline started screaming from her room. I jumped up from the rocker, still holding and feeding Benjamin, and ran to her door. Turns out she had gone to the bathroom. Number two. In her underwear. And she wasn’t happy about her decision. In that moment, I could actually feel my frustration, my anger, my exhaustion vibrating in every cell of my body. Profanities flew across my mind faster than I could think them. WHY!?

I tried to address the situation right there on the floor of her room, while still feeding the baby, but quickly learned that it was not a good idea. So I told her to get into the tub (unfilled) and wait for me to get Benji into bed. She sobbed for ten straight minutes, while I thought horrible, ungrateful thoughts in my head as Benjamin finished his bottle. I put him into his crib and stroked his precious blonde hair. His eyelids grew heavy and each blink got longer until he was asleep. I shut his door, said my nightly prayer for him to sleep through until morning, took a breath and walked to the bathroom.

When I saw my big girl, partially clothed, looking impossibly small and sad in the tub, my rage dissolved. I took her into the shower, dressed her in jammies, put product into her sweet curls and followed her to her room. We read stories with Daddy, listened to his lullabies and then we lay there in the dark, both of us unwinding. She let me hold her in my arms. She talked and I listened for ten straight minutes, this time my mind spinning with guilt and understanding.

When her stream of consciousness started to slow, I sat up, attempting to wrap up bedtime: “Do you know how much I love you Maddie? So so much.” And with every ounce of sincerity in her body she said, into the darkness, “Mommy, I want to keep you.” I slid back down onto her pillow and wrapped myself up in her laughter, as she rolled over and licked my cheek. Thank God for small mercies. That will get me through to tomorrow.

Comments

  1. Catherine Quinn says:

    You and your husband are both doing a wonderful service to our country! Keep up the good work as a Mommy…know how hard it is when my husband travels and that is only a week at a time. Lovely that you can appreciate the sweet special moments of motherhood amidst the struggles. We can all appreciate that!

  2. Cathie McCullough says:

    This pretty much sums up motherhood. The hardest job you will always do.
    You’re a good mother – Maddie and Benjamin are lucky to have you.

  3. Cathie McCullough says:

    Love their Easter outfits!!

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