By Hass :: March 17, 2005 @ 07:06 AM
Remember those halcyon days called yesterday? The little angel has turnned into a little average baby with a couple of tricks. She hasn't been evil but she is now doing the things we expected a little baby to do: cry, poop, eat, repeat. You may notice that sleep is conspicuously absent from that list. It is conspiuously absent from our lives as well.
The bedroom looks like a battle ground this morning. The machines of war (boppy, swing, co-sleeper, pacifier, ipod, internet research, puppets) lay abandoned and broken around the room. The weary combatants stagger about looking for solace after so much destruction. And the cat solemly walks through the mist screaming out the names of fallen comrades.
The battle plan was based on a simple concept "we can get 8 hours of sleep, it'll just take 14 hours to do so." 7 p.m. the lights dimmed and we laid down with the enemy starting to look drowsy in our arms. "One feeding and she'll be out" chuckled the over-confident invaders. First came a poopie diaper change that rallyed the enemy banners. The resillency of the onslaught was a suprise for defenders and challengers alike.
9 p.m.: With the battle lines salient, the enemy regouped and attacked from a defensive posture with a vicous barrage of Cluster Feeding. The invading parents were flumoxed.
1 a.m.: Divide and Conquer. The invaders took a gamble and split their forces. Hass was sent to the couch to regroup, while mom and Josie battled it out on his side of the bed.
Things got foggy then, but Josie finally slept in the adult bed with parents alternating shifts sleeping as an L-shaped bumper.
7 a.m.: poopie diaper, feeding, repeat
12 hours down, and 4 hours of sleep.
It's all worth it.if you need any relief.. I can be there in a new york minute.It does get better.Love Mom.love you Josie
Posted by: Maria at March 17, 2005 12:04 PM
It's for the best.
When you make posts about relaxing candlelight dinners and buttered peas without interruption, other parents get jealous and resentful. If every day with your newborn were that good, your friends would assume you were lying.
BTW, sounds like you have a cruel pediatrician -- who gives an appointment time to parents of a newborn?
Posted by: Kadi at March 17, 2005 07:21 PM