Dear Tuesday,
I thought that you would be the day that my life started to look normal again. Isn’t life supposed to get easier after 6 weeks? Well you are the exact day after the 6 week mark. I guess my hopes were too high, yet not unfounded:
Sunday and Monday night, Joshua slept 6 hours at a time, followed by a 3 hour nap and helped me notice that morning is that foggy time frame that happens between when the sun comes up and noon. I actually got up, out of bed, showered, and breakfasted before 11am! I felt great. It was sunny even.
Joshua ate at 11pm last night, went to sleep at midnight, and didn’t wake up until 6am. (Silly me didn’t go to bed until 1am though…I have to work on that.) I’m really hoping that Joshua sticks to this schedule so my body gets used to not producing milk at night. I woke up completely full and soaked; it was fun. That’s the main reason I got up and showered, so maybe it’s a good thing that I get drenched.
The morning and early afternoon progressed well with Joshua sticking to a nice schedule of eating, burping, pooping, being changed, playing for a little while, fussing a tiny bit to signal nap time, being swaddled, and falling asleep on his own in his bassinet and sleeping for an hour or so.
*menacing music*
Then the actual afternoon came. He started into his “grouchy” or “gassy” routine which involves falling asleep on me, scream crying when he woke, eating some, farting some, burping after a long time, scream crying some more, eventually calming down enough to fall asleep on me again (don’t. move. a. muscle. or. he. might. wake. up.), rinse, repeat, sigh, throw something, punch the pillow, cry a little, eat chocolate, mope.
My only thing to hope for, as Joshua is still asleep on me, is that he will wake up soon, eat, poop (this is crucial to the following), and go to sleep for a good 6 hours. I was also hoping to get some cleaning done as our house looks more and more like a disaster zone. It doesn’t help that Monkey’s favorite toy is a rope that she tears to pieces all over everywhere.
Ok, so maybe I just needed to vent a little. Sorry. I’m posting it anyway. (No, Carrie, I don’t think I’m one to reserve blogging/journaling for good moods.)
Sincerely,
Post-Partum Me
7 comments:
I love you, Sarah. This phase won't last forever. <3
Becoming mom for the first time is the hardest. Hands down. Hang in there, champ!
thanks for sharing your non-good mood blogging. i'm always afraid to do that because i honestly just write whatever comes to my head. and when i'm not in a fabulous mood who knows where that could go!
i'm crossing my fingers for you and walter jean claude (can i still call him that? can that just be my special aunt carrie little nickname?) six weeks is still soooo early!
love you lots!
Having a newborn really is hard! There are just a lot of adjustments. Things will gradually get easier! If you need any help or someone to come hold your baby for a while so you can sleep, let me know! (No one in my house is sick anymore!)
Hang in there, kiddo. You're doing a fantastic job. It's not this intense forever. Before you know it, Joshua will be on a wonderful schedule (day and night) that will make you both happy and, along with other things falling into place, the world will seem normal again. Keep up the good work1
You sound like you are kinda surviving motherhood... it just gets better. Seeing the exploring & fascinating things they bring to the parents. It is great & worth it
Aw, the things I have to look forward too...
All in all it sounds like your handling it pretty well. Good job! Hang in there!
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