I've found that navigating through the days often involves a lot of decisions, most of which involve me choosing the lesser of two evils. I realize now, seeing that in print, that I sound terribly pessimistic and Glass Half Empty, but I'm not I assure you. For example, yesterday around 3pm I decided to get Little Mister dressed which is a Herculean feat in itself. I had finally gotten the darn thing on him and he decided to spit up all over the shoulder and down the back. So my choices: Change him and make his already frantic screaming even worse OR let him sit in a wet spit up soaked outfit. I know, you're on the edge of your seat aren't you. "What WILL she choose?" I can hear everyone saying. Well, I chose to just let it be so I didn't turn screaming into frenzied screaming (there's a big difference) and we went for a walk to let him dry out. I felt a little guilty but it turned out to be the right decision. I find that I learn a little better every day what works for us and what doesn't, and I live for the moments when I find something that does and there is peace in the land. Plus, I wouldn't want to be figuring all this out with anyone but him.
Friday, September 30, 2011
the lesser of two evils
I'm happy to report I (almost) made it through my first week of just me and the Little Mister home by ourselves. I say almost because Zach didn't actually start work this week until Tuesday, he came home earlier than usual a couple of days to help me ease into things, and today really just started. But still, I'm giving myself a little credit.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
happy birthday to you
Happy one month birthday to my Little Mister! Oh yeah, he finally arrived by the way :) I didn't rush to blog about it because nobody knows about this blog yet, and I had other things to do. Like take care of a newborn. I don't feel like typing out the whole birth story right now (maybe when the time fairy grants me a few minutes I will) but suffice it to say it went something like INDUCEMENT> OMG PAIN> NO PROGRESS >EPIDURAL>SWEET RELIEF>PUSHING with some more OMG PAIN> and then TADAAAA. My little Benjamin popped out on August 28th, and was 8 lb 12 oz. I can't believe it's been a whole month, and yet part of me can't believe it's only been a month. That weekend was filled with so many emotions, a hearty dose of pain (it's true you forget most of it), and a happy reward at the end. Sometimes I still can't believe I did it. Zach was wonderful through the whole thing, and continues to be as we adjust to our new life.
Speaking of adjusting, did you know that babies cry? Like a lot? Because I didn't. I mean, of course I knew they cried sometimes but I didn't know they could cry inconsolably for weeks on end. It's terrible to watch a baby cry and feel helpless, especially when you know it's a "I'm in pain" cry. That was basically the first three weeks around here, but I'm happy to report that things have gotten much better. I'm pretty sure he has reflux, which is common in babies and causes a lot of pain, so we got him on some baby Zantac and it seems to be helping a little. Why baby Zantac tastes wretched and only comes in mint flavor I'd like to know, but he takes it like a champ. Benjamin can now entertain himself for a little bit while I take a shower (or at least he did today), and doesn't scream bloody murder every time he's not eating or sleeping. I was seriously afraid that it was going to be like that forever, and may have shed a tear or two envisioning a future of nonstop wailing. But the last few days have given me hope.
As expected, I've had to alter my life a lot. I used to be a slow eater and now most of my meals are consumed in five minutes or less, much to the dismay of my digestive system. I can get him to sleep if I wear him in his Moby wrap, but I have to keep moving/walking/bouncing or it's game over. Case in point, I'm currently writing this entry from the bathroom because the counter is the right hight for my computer to sit on. But I don't mind, and I'm just so happy I can finally DO all of these things that I just dreamed about for the last 9 months.
Speaking of adjusting, did you know that babies cry? Like a lot? Because I didn't. I mean, of course I knew they cried sometimes but I didn't know they could cry inconsolably for weeks on end. It's terrible to watch a baby cry and feel helpless, especially when you know it's a "I'm in pain" cry. That was basically the first three weeks around here, but I'm happy to report that things have gotten much better. I'm pretty sure he has reflux, which is common in babies and causes a lot of pain, so we got him on some baby Zantac and it seems to be helping a little. Why baby Zantac tastes wretched and only comes in mint flavor I'd like to know, but he takes it like a champ. Benjamin can now entertain himself for a little bit while I take a shower (or at least he did today), and doesn't scream bloody murder every time he's not eating or sleeping. I was seriously afraid that it was going to be like that forever, and may have shed a tear or two envisioning a future of nonstop wailing. But the last few days have given me hope.
As expected, I've had to alter my life a lot. I used to be a slow eater and now most of my meals are consumed in five minutes or less, much to the dismay of my digestive system. I can get him to sleep if I wear him in his Moby wrap, but I have to keep moving/walking/bouncing or it's game over. Case in point, I'm currently writing this entry from the bathroom because the counter is the right hight for my computer to sit on. But I don't mind, and I'm just so happy I can finally DO all of these things that I just dreamed about for the last 9 months.
Taken around three weeks on the first day he stopped crying long enough to grab the camera and take some pictures - happy day!
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