I now truly understand what people meant when they told me that there were days they forgot to brush their teeth!
I am unshowered. I smell like sweat, slightly sour milk, and baby. I really really need to pee, but damned if I'll get up and wake him (he's sleeping on my chest).
Earlier today during a few moments when he let me put him in the swing, I ran outside to the mailbox, uncombed, unshowered, in my pink pyjama pants with cherries on them. In previous days I would have been mortified... but today I will do what I must do!
He's a different baby every day... two days ago he happily slept in his pack'n'play for several hours letting me shower, clean, do laundry, and cook. Some days he'll gladly nap or just chill in his swing. Some days he'll sleep three hour stretches at night in his bassinet. Some days he'll fuss, but as long as I put him in the Moby, he'll relax and sleep. Last night he wouldn't settle unless he was being held. Today he's nursing or fussing or nursing or fussing... he didn't sleep more than 15-20 minutes from 10AM to 5PM. He would give me 5 min in the swing before the crying started, but wouldn't calm for the wrap. He would only be settled in my arms, being rocked and shusshed. He finally passed out on my chest and slept for real, and I got in a nap too for a while.
Meantime, I stink, I need to pee, there's laundry/bills/etc. to do, and I have only barely managed to grab food and water today. But I'm not moving as long as he's asleep!
Parenthood -- not for the faint of heart!
(But all of this is OK, really. In a few months he'll be a wiggly squirmy little guy and the days of him being cheek to breast, passed out on my chest with his little fists resting on me will be a memory. The shower will still be there, and the laundry too!)
I am unshowered. I smell like sweat, slightly sour milk, and baby. I really really need to pee, but damned if I'll get up and wake him (he's sleeping on my chest).
Earlier today during a few moments when he let me put him in the swing, I ran outside to the mailbox, uncombed, unshowered, in my pink pyjama pants with cherries on them. In previous days I would have been mortified... but today I will do what I must do!
He's a different baby every day... two days ago he happily slept in his pack'n'play for several hours letting me shower, clean, do laundry, and cook. Some days he'll gladly nap or just chill in his swing. Some days he'll sleep three hour stretches at night in his bassinet. Some days he'll fuss, but as long as I put him in the Moby, he'll relax and sleep. Last night he wouldn't settle unless he was being held. Today he's nursing or fussing or nursing or fussing... he didn't sleep more than 15-20 minutes from 10AM to 5PM. He would give me 5 min in the swing before the crying started, but wouldn't calm for the wrap. He would only be settled in my arms, being rocked and shusshed. He finally passed out on my chest and slept for real, and I got in a nap too for a while.
Meantime, I stink, I need to pee, there's laundry/bills/etc. to do, and I have only barely managed to grab food and water today. But I'm not moving as long as he's asleep!
Parenthood -- not for the faint of heart!
(But all of this is OK, really. In a few months he'll be a wiggly squirmy little guy and the days of him being cheek to breast, passed out on my chest with his little fists resting on me will be a memory. The shower will still be there, and the laundry too!)
You just reminded me I forgot to brush my teeth today. At least I didn't go out.
