Any free time that I now have I either spend 1) taking care of a toddler and a newborn 2) doing chores or running errands (because apparently I love torturing myself on top of being sleep deprived) or 3) going to bed at 8 p.m. to make up for #1 and #2.
Now that we have the whining out of the way, Connor is finally here!
Pat and I were worried about how Haley would handle it since she's had the run of the house for the past 2 years. Maybe we should have been worried for Connor instead. For the past 7 1/2 weeks, we've had to physically peel Haley off of him. She's always trying to kiss him or pet him like he's a small, bald schnauzer. During the first week Connor was born, Haley had a cold. Because of the constant kissing and touching, Connor immediately caught her cold. It's really pitiful to see a newborn trying to manage a cold because the poor guy is so helpless, he can't keep his own pacifier in his mouth, much less blow his nose. That is when we discovered the bulb syringe. Magic I tell you.
Anyway like I said, I kind of forgot how things are when you have a newborn. I mean, there's just so much What to Expect When You're Expecting can cover I suppose. I think they should put out a similar book and call it What You Weren't Expecting: The Crap Those Other Guys Don't Tell You. In there, there would be chapters like:
- Projectile Poo: How many feet baby poop can shoot at 2 a.m. when you're trying to change the kid in the dark
- Spit Up: Your baby can aim pretty much anywhere
- Wave Goodbye to Adult Conversation: How adding a "y" at the end childproofs any word
- Sing Along: There's a song for even the most menial task
- Feeding Time: Preparing to become a 24-hour diner
- Bath Time: More like a war zone but with rubber duckies
I'm going back to work Monday, so it should be interesting to see how I manage this whole "lack of sleep" thing in addition to managing 2 kids and normal life again. My husband has been great helping out with Haley this whole time but come Monday, he knows he's going to have to start helping me take care of Connor on his whiny nights when he refuses to sleep anywhere except next to me. Now if I could only get him to lactate, we'd be all set.
Oh Jen, I totally feel ya! You can kiss your poop stained favorite shirt goodbye, especially if he's breastfed. And it gets, maybe not easier, but more manageable as time goes by. But let me just give you a word of advice: 2 is a good number. ;) Hope your work week goes wonderfully! (Forgive all the W's. That was awkward.)
ReplyDeleteOh wow... projectile poop is the WORST. Gabriel had quite a few of those. It went EVERYWHERE. I'd definitely buy a book with tips on how to get it out of stuff!
ReplyDeleteI just discovered your blog, and I have a baby boy born November 30th, 2 days after your son! I also craft (knit, crochet, sew, etc..) and will definitely plug your blog into my google reader! Just wanted to say hello!
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