WEEK THREE

Reality starts to set in…in a BIG way. The guests have all come and gone, my hubby is back at work, the adrenaline has worn off, and I’m tired. This is my life now. Gone are the care free days we used to enjoy. I find that I’m missing my husband. Yes we see each other, but all conversation is about how much sleep the other got. It becomes almost like a competition…’well I only got 3 hours’ I win. What have we done?? Having a baby looked so easy and wonderful from the outside. But now I’m on the inside and I know what all you mother’s have gone through. I have so much respect for all of you! Parenting is HARD WORK. I’m sure some people are better built for it then others but this week I was wondering ‘what have we gotten ourselves into??’ My baby isn’t one of these little bundles that likes to lie quietly in your arms. My guy likes to move. Constantly. I have him in the sling all the time bouncing, rocking. He knows the minute I sit down and starts stirring. When he’s not in the sling he’s in his bouncy chair. Sometimes he will sit quietly and look around (keep in mind that his legs are ALWAYS kicking) but for the most part because it doen’t move by itself I bounce it with my foot. This is the only way to get any dishes done! I have to say I love this chair. I bring it into the bathroom with me while I shower and he sits waiting for me to finish. I actually have time to shampoo AND condition AND shave my legs. I totally give the credit to Lamby. The shower sounds like the rain setting, so I think it automatically puts oliver in a calm state. I love it!

This week I have had it with sleeping on the couch. Not only do I miss sharing a bed with my husband, but it’s killing my back. I suddenly have visions of me still sleeping on the couch with a two year old and decide it’s time to make a real attempt at sleeping him in his crib. I start reading online about tips to get your baby to sleep in his crib, and being the desperate mom that I am I didn’t just apply one tip. I applied them all.

So when night time came there was little Oliver in his crib swaddled (just the legs, he hates having his arms restricted) lying in a posture roll that has been covered with the shirt I wore that day so that he can smell me and sleep sheep (or lamby to us) offering a nice white noise back ground of falling rain. If this doesn’t work I don’t know what will. And it does work. I crawl into my bed, which I haven’t seen for weeks and drift off into a nice peaceful sleep…for an hour or two.