I'm no Superman.
I am tired. I have been up since 3:00 with the incredible non-sleeping baby, trying everything short of bribery to get him to fall back asleep. Feeding, diaper changes, swaddling, rocking, begging... you get the idea. I finally decided to bring him downstairs and put him in his swing to give my arms a rest for a few minutes.
I love Harrison to pieces, but the combination of sleep deprivation, hormones and what feels like a complete loss of your former self can be extremely frustrating.
Pre-baby, I never left the house without my hair done, my clothes ironed and my makeup on. Now I have been walking around the house in sweatshirts and sweatpants, or just my robe, as all of my sweaters that actually fit have been at the drycleaners for over a week, since I haven't had 10 minutes to pick them up.
Yesterday afternoon, I went upstairs to take a shower - not even to wash my hair, just to freshen up. Barely 10 minutes later, hubby is calling me to come downstairs as the baby is fussing. I know that there is nothing he can do if the baby is hungry, but mommy would like not to stink every once in awhile.
When you figure that Harrison is 30 days old, and eats between 8-12 times a day, that's between 240-360 feedings since his birth. Hubby gives him a bottle (of milk that I pumped, thank you very much) one time so I can run to the store and pick up another nursing bra, and everyone acts like he saved a family from a burning building or rescued a kitten from a tree or something.
Part of me is going stir-crazy, but the other part of me is getting to the point where I don't even want to leave the house. We are supposed to go to dinner with some friends of ours tonight - nothing too exciting and we will be taking Harrison with us - but I don't feel like going anywhere. Same thing for Saturday - we are invited to a neighbor's house for a kid-free St. Patrick's Day party, which I know will be fun, but I am really hesitant to go and leave him, even for an hour (my mom offered to watch the little one for us).
Just needed to vent... sorry. Despite my crankiness, I am lucky to have the little one and hubby in my life.
I love Harrison to pieces, but the combination of sleep deprivation, hormones and what feels like a complete loss of your former self can be extremely frustrating.
Pre-baby, I never left the house without my hair done, my clothes ironed and my makeup on. Now I have been walking around the house in sweatshirts and sweatpants, or just my robe, as all of my sweaters that actually fit have been at the drycleaners for over a week, since I haven't had 10 minutes to pick them up.
Yesterday afternoon, I went upstairs to take a shower - not even to wash my hair, just to freshen up. Barely 10 minutes later, hubby is calling me to come downstairs as the baby is fussing. I know that there is nothing he can do if the baby is hungry, but mommy would like not to stink every once in awhile.
When you figure that Harrison is 30 days old, and eats between 8-12 times a day, that's between 240-360 feedings since his birth. Hubby gives him a bottle (of milk that I pumped, thank you very much) one time so I can run to the store and pick up another nursing bra, and everyone acts like he saved a family from a burning building or rescued a kitten from a tree or something.
Part of me is going stir-crazy, but the other part of me is getting to the point where I don't even want to leave the house. We are supposed to go to dinner with some friends of ours tonight - nothing too exciting and we will be taking Harrison with us - but I don't feel like going anywhere. Same thing for Saturday - we are invited to a neighbor's house for a kid-free St. Patrick's Day party, which I know will be fun, but I am really hesitant to go and leave him, even for an hour (my mom offered to watch the little one for us).
Just needed to vent... sorry. Despite my crankiness, I am lucky to have the little one and hubby in my life.
(Sleep is for sissies, Mom.)
posted by Daisy | 2:24 AM
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