There are a few times (once in a blue moon) that Lucy will be happy simply laying and looking around. But the other times, when the blue moon is hiding? Well, she wants to be held. And only held certain ways (depending on her disposition at the time).
And honestly, I'm really getting frustrated with this -- nearly to the point of resentment. I think it all nearly hit the fan this morning.
All I wanted was a shower. I knew dh had to go in by noon and it was rapidly approaching 11 a.m. I had to get lunch ready for everybody, so I did that. By the time I finally had everybody else ready, Lucy began to get fussy. Dh really did have to eat before work (works in a youth rehab/corrections center) as he can't eat at work. So I said I'd just take Lucy in with me.
That's not what she wanted. Needless to say she let out The Most Earpiercing scream ever (which is bad enough in a 'normal' room, but in an echoing shower was beyond terrible). I already had shampoo in my hair (she was laying for a moment in the baby tub... water only goes up to an inch in there when the 'plug' is pulled). I was trying to get it out as fast as I could but all I could do was cry.
I think it's because I need at least a tiny amount of alone time every day. I haven't gotten that today.
Dh did come in and ask if I needed him to take Lucy after hearing the screaming, and thank goodness, he did.
But... I've felt drained ever since.
MIL has a swing at her house but Lucy doesn't seem to like it (we can take it if we want it, she said). She doesn't like the bouncy chair. She doesn't like to be carried in my arms while on her back. She only likes to face outward when carried in arms.
She will fall asleep if I take a walk and put her in the Mei Tai (while facing in, amazingly)... and she'll tolerate being carried semi-kangaroo style in the ring sling while grocery shopping or otherwise.
But she always wants to be held and/or eat.
I feel terrible for not liking this. Yes, I love that she loves me.... but it's hard.
/end whining session.
And honestly, I'm really getting frustrated with this -- nearly to the point of resentment. I think it all nearly hit the fan this morning.
All I wanted was a shower. I knew dh had to go in by noon and it was rapidly approaching 11 a.m. I had to get lunch ready for everybody, so I did that. By the time I finally had everybody else ready, Lucy began to get fussy. Dh really did have to eat before work (works in a youth rehab/corrections center) as he can't eat at work. So I said I'd just take Lucy in with me.
That's not what she wanted. Needless to say she let out The Most Earpiercing scream ever (which is bad enough in a 'normal' room, but in an echoing shower was beyond terrible). I already had shampoo in my hair (she was laying for a moment in the baby tub... water only goes up to an inch in there when the 'plug' is pulled). I was trying to get it out as fast as I could but all I could do was cry.
I think it's because I need at least a tiny amount of alone time every day. I haven't gotten that today.
Dh did come in and ask if I needed him to take Lucy after hearing the screaming, and thank goodness, he did.
But... I've felt drained ever since.
MIL has a swing at her house but Lucy doesn't seem to like it (we can take it if we want it, she said). She doesn't like the bouncy chair. She doesn't like to be carried in my arms while on her back. She only likes to face outward when carried in arms.
She will fall asleep if I take a walk and put her in the Mei Tai (while facing in, amazingly)... and she'll tolerate being carried semi-kangaroo style in the ring sling while grocery shopping or otherwise.
But she always wants to be held and/or eat.
I feel terrible for not liking this. Yes, I love that she loves me.... but it's hard.
/end whining session.














: .. maybe I should get some though!!
... and yes.. that's said with sarcasm... don't get me wrong.. I
my kids! .. .. well... *most* of the time
)
. So it does get better, as I'm sure all of us BTDT moms know, but sometimes I get so frickin' frustrated that I never ever ever want to hold another baby again! And then, dh will help out or a friend or I'll get some sleep and my whole attitude will change and I'll recommit to having two more kids...I must be crazy. If I was posting this at 2 AM, I'd have something quite different to say