I think this post should keep going and going, because it is so helpful for mothers of high needs babies. Ever since mine was born, he has been a full time job in a way none of my friends' babies are. I mean, they're always a full time job - but there are babies that need the regular kind of constant attention (because they're babies) and there are the ones that need ALL the attention. Right now. Or else. Mine is in the second group. For the first 4 months of his life, he would have a nuclear meltdown if you even broke eye contact with him, let alone put him down to take a shower.
He came out screeching and didn't stop for at least 4 months. But it wasn't what most people call colic; he didn't cry for hours and hours. It was more that he would go from 0 to 60 ("60" being air-raid level screaming) in about one second with no warning signs. Strangers would come up to me and ask if everything was okay. Friends repeatedly asked things like "are you sure there's nothing pinching him? That cry sounds like he's in pain." Every time we went out in public, someone would make a "nice lungs" comment. When he was happy, he was smiling and one of the most engaging infants I've ever met. When he was unhappy, the whole world found out, fast.
No hours of peaceful newborn sleeping in my arms. No sleepy snuggling in a carrier on my chest. No sweet first bath. No laying on a playmat for even 5 minutes while I ate/used the bathroom. No mommy-baby yoga (the very idea of doing that with him still makes me laugh out loud). I had to wear earplugs a lot of the time - not to drown him out completely (he blasted through earplugs) but to take the edge off the high pitched scream.
The last 4 months have been a little quieter, but still not quiet. He shrieks like a maniac when he is displeased, tired or bored. At 9 months old he still wakes up 4 times a night to eat.
Hardest of all, he's more demanding with me than my husband or any other caretaker, so I'm not sure others in my life see how high maintenance he is (or they see it, but they're not the ones dealing with the sleep deprivation, so it sort of rolls off of them).
I am dealing with it, but some days are really hard. I compare him to other, more mellow babies and I feel sorry for myself. Then I feel guilty for feeling sorry for myself, when I have a healthy baby and there are people I know whose kids are ill or disabled and others I know who can't conceive. I'll probably look back and miss this time in my life, etc. etc.
Everyone loves him. He's smart, entertaining and alert. He has a ridiculous smile. He's just always awake and always wanting to be played with - always - and I'm tired. I hired a few hours a week of childcare because I'm so exhausted from being his full time caretaker.
I don't want him to be a different person. I love him. Sometimes I just want it to be a little quieter.
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