I remember the J-man’s babyhood as a blur of sleep deprivation and just making it through the day. Of course, we were so incredibly clueless about anything to do with babies then. The J-man was about 7 months old when he stopped nursing every 2 hours, round the clock. (At 7 months, he started ONLY getting up three times per night.) I was an AMAZINGLY tired woman. The fact that I drove back and forth to work without wrecking is miraculous.
Tim did a lot of “driving naps” because the J-man would only nap either lying on someone, or in the car while the car was moving. If Tim wanted to eat, he did it in the car while I was at work. Sometimes the J-man would refuse bottles of pumped milk (for days at a time), and Tim would end up driving to my office so I could nurse instead of pumping. We would sit out in the parking lot for 20 minutes, then they would leave. Tim would pick up lunch for himself and me, so he would eat while I was nursing, and then I ate a cold lunch. I learned that Bojangles chicken is good at any temperature!
This time around, there are many differences. For one thing, there are times when E will actually nap… in the pack-and-play, or in the crib. Granted, he, like many babies, would rather sleep on us than in a bed, but since the J-man refused to nap ANYWHERE except on us or in the car, we take this as the blessing it is. Also, when I go back to work (next week! stupid TCTSNBN and their new rule that c-section moms still only get 6 weeks even though we’re recovering from major surgery and NOT getting to rest in bed during that time) I’ll be working from home, so at least will be able to sleep a little later in the morning, and shouldn’t have the “reverse cycling” issue we had with the J-man. We hope. Pepaw seems so much more comfortable handling a newborn this time, so he comes over occasionally, and can hold E to get his fix… and then play with the J-man to get that fix. Yes, our kids are in fact illegal drugs.
Today was the first day that I’ve truly seen a social smile from E. He had woken from a nap, was clean and had nursed, and I propped him up on my lap and just talked and played and beeped his nose. He smiled… BIG smiles. It was incredible. I teared up (hey, those post-partum hormones hadn’t had a chance to come out before now) and called Tim down to get him to see. He held the little guy, and played with him, and got some smiles of his own.
I told E last night when he wouldn’t go to sleep that it was a good thing he is so cute because otherwise I might have to throw something. If he smiles at me tonight when I say that, I’ll have to wonder if he has inherited Tim’s sarcastic sense of humor. Or mine.
Posts that hopefully are similar:
- A Tale of Two Babies
- Worry
- Chewing on J-Man
- Shoes, glorious shoes!
- When the Only Thing Routine is the Lack of Routine
- Climbing Out
- Like a candle
