|we always stand in a buffalo stance.|
it's during these times that i miss the first few weeks of newborndom. the days when he literally ate and then slept for hours on end. i believe it happens like that to ease you into parenthood. to trick you into thinking it will always be that simple and systematic.
as the days go on, i can see that no days will be predictable. when yesterday, rocking worked, today, he hates the rocking chair. when last night he slept for 7 hours, tonight, he woke up every two just to make sure you were listening. it's a crazy baby world for this crazy baby momma who loves rules and order and predictable things.
...i'm done pumping - only 2 ounces yielded.
eff is a common feeling for me these days.
reminds of yesterday when we were happily, peacefully in nursing land. baby eating like a fiend, mommy watching another boring television show when there was a crash. it was a crash from down below, a thunderous boom from diaperville. at first, i thought, great job buddy! but then, then i noticed my hand and thigh felt warm. too warm.
i look down.
the biggest glob you've ever seen...or smelled...of yellow baby poo all OVER his clothes, his blanket, my pants, my hand. we walk slowly to the changing table to clean up the scene. well, once baby is laying down, his sock gets in the poo. so i take that off. well then his foot in the poo. and when it's time to remove the onesie, the poo transfers to his back and his hair.
bath time was early yesterday.
|from his first bath - which he hated. |
note: submerge baby in the warm water at all times. turns out, they don't like being cold either.
oh and did i mention i'm wearing make-up today?! eff yeah!
|see, sometimes eff is a good thing.|
hey riv, remember when you grew out of newborn diapers at 4 weeks? wah.