Archive for August, 2008
Originally posted August 31, 2008.
Alright, alright. I am back!
I wish I could tell you I was on vacation and had no access to internet. Or that I was at a remote spa getting pampered and covered head to toe in exotic toxin sucking mud. Nope. I could blog. I just couldn’t blog.
Quite truthfully, my brain is so fatigued that I just cannot. Form. A. Complete. Sentence. Well.
New babies are wonderful. Sam is as sweet as can be. Mwah. Until night time. Holy sleep stealer!
Disclaimer: She is getting better. Our schedule is starting to make sense to her and she is learning to self soothe…Thank goodness we screwed up on the sleep issues once before and learned fast…Healthy sleepers make happy families.
It is amazing how fast you can fall asleep when you know that you might be able to get a half hour, hour or maybe, just maybe two hours before your baby wants to eat again. Then poop. Then eat. Then hang out and make cute faces that you just can’t resist. All at 3 am.
I am soooo tired. Super Hub is delirious. The other night I woke him up to fetch Sam from her bassinet and the next thing I knew he was in the living room sorting through the toy box.
Everyday, an enormous amount of energy is put into strategically providing lap space to two kids, a suckling infant (I am talented), two sippy cups, 8 library books, a burp cloth, the phone, channel changer and even sometimes, the dog. For someone who has just undergone major abdominal surgery, add the “If anyone makes a wrong move I might start bawling but can’t yell OW! because the kids don’t really understand and I don’t want to give them issues” factor.
There are many, many, many things that no one ever talks about when it comes to having babies. Like what to do when you are nursing and the Colace kicks in? Or how to politely tell the lady in the pediatricians waiting room that you already had your baby? Or how to make yourself look decent for impromptu company when you haven’t had time to shower in two days?
We are in full blown survival mode at our house. We do what we have to and learn to live with the rest. No stressing over the messy house. Leftovers are our friends and when someone offers help, we gratefully say “Yes please and thank you!”
These are among the best times, though it may not always seem that way. I know looking back at photos someday we will fondly remember the “easy days” when the kids were cheaper to feed and took naps.
Our brains have a funny way of making us forget. The future of the human race depends on it.