So, I have found a brief moment of time to work on my blog. My devotional blogs are MUCH shorter (if you’ve been following, you’ve noticed.) So here is an update on our little Lucy.
She now is having some good nights and some not-so-good nights. Monday was a gooood night. How can I tell? By the amount of sleep I get. I fell asleep at 11 and woke up a little after 3. Thats 4 hours straight. That’s amazing. Then I went back to sleep at about 3:45 and woke up at 7am. That wasn’t as long as 4 hours, but it’ll do.
Last night was a not-so-good night. I put her down at 11. And she cried at 11:15. So I attempted to feed her again. She ate 3 sips and was out. So I put her down again. And she cried again in 15 minutes. We did this little game until about 12:30. Then she fell asleep. I slept from12:30 until 1:45. That’s an hour and 15 minutes. That’s a tease. That’s not even a good nap. So I fed her again cause she was rootin around acting all hungry. I laid back down at 2:15. Woke up at 4. That’s almost 2 hours. Still not great. Fed her at 4. She cried at 4:15. At 4:30. I put her down at 4:45 and slept til 6. Again… sleep teasing.
I have always told people that I wasn’t a fan of babies. This backs up my dislike for infants.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughter more than anything I could have ever dreamed, but I’m so ready for her to talk to me. God told me the other day that I gave birth to my best friend. She won’t be my best friend until she’s grown up.
So Lucy, as sweet and cute as you are now, I cannot WAIT until you grow up a little and become my best friend. I can’t wait to hear about the cute boy that you meet on your first day of high school, and I can’t wait to you dress up for prom. I can’t wait until you come to me and say, “Mom! I changed my major, again!”
I’m trying to enjoy these days. And I do. I love smelling her hair (most of which I accidentally rubbed off in the bath… I’m such a terrible mom…). I love dressing her up in her little bitty outfits. She is so cute. But I do look forward to the future.
She scratched her cheek last night while she was sleeping (again, I forgot to trim her nails… terrible mom… I gotta say, I’m still getting used to taking care of another person constantly). It was bright red. She cut her little plump cheek pretty well. Gosh…
Mothering = Tough.
Why didn’t you all tell me that it was this hard? I guess the same reason you don’t tell people all the symptoms of pregnancy. Then no one would have kids.
Its tough to keep a tiny person alive. Especially a tiny grump. She is a tiny grump. She grunts at her unhappiness all the time. Here is her grumpy face.
I guess I’m the bad mother because I say what every other mom has thought. Every new mother I’ve ever seen looks so put together. Like they’ve got it under control. I feel like a complete mess. My lack of baby experience has not helped.
Did you know that if you let a baby eat 3 ounces of milk you have to get a burp out of them? If you pat them a few times and hear nothing, you gotta keep going. Wanna know why? Because in a few seconds your sweet little bundle of joy is going to start spraying you down like a milk sprinkler with the precious liquid gold (pumped breast milk) that you just fed them. It’s gonna get everywhere and it’s gonna be sticky. And you’ll have to wash the sheets, again. And you’ll use 3 of your freshly washed towels too.
I’m terrible at this. You’d think someone would write a book for people who don’t know what they are doing… OH WAIT. They have. There are a ka-trillion books on how to keep a baby alive. Which makes it hard to pick one since a lot of them contradict each other. “Let the baby cry! No, don’t let the baby cry! Rock them to sleep! No, Don’t rock them to sleep! Pump breast milk is best! Straight from the boob is better!”
I feel better.
Were you overwhelmed when you first had kids?
PLEASE lie to me and tell me you were even if you were one of those “together” moms or dads…