Newborns are hard work… and anyone who says otherwise is mad! I love my son, more than most things… but he’s one hectic handful. He is one of those babies that you can’t just put down and leave, he wants to be held. Now I know, I could leave him to cry until he stops… but what will that achieve? He will just have abandonment issues and I will be distraught at listening to him cry.
He also has a habit of spitting up… alot… on everything. Makes me wish I had a maid to do the laundry everyday… and clean the house since I don’t get the chance. Its a miracle if I manage to get dressed and shower… even eat.
Sleep is for the dead… I haven’t slept properly, not a whole night, nor soundly in almost a month. This in itself is not a problem, but it is tough when you have to still function as a normal human for the rest of the world. Because life goes on.
Now, before you all think I am complaining, I really am not, I am adapting to my new life, this role that God gave me, and that I prayed for, for so long. I am so blessed, because despite his somewhat frustrating quirks, my son is my little sunshine monkey. I wouldn’t trade him for anything, not even a good night’s sleep.
On a side note: I need to say that my husband is a legend… he was amazing while I was in hospital, and spent so much time with us, bonding with Elijah and helping me. I know he is frustrated with my sleeping patterns, and being woken up at night by crying, and having to deal with a wife who can do naught but look after a baby (although I really want to cook and clean too…). I know that its hard for him sharing me with the boy, but I am sure it will improve once he’s older and we have a routine, then I will be freer to watch movies and play XBox and all the things we used to and that I know he would love me to do with him. I am just so proud of him as a dad, for changing nappies and bathing Elijah the first few times, when I was too scared to, and for supporting me when I struggled with breastfeeding.
Elijah is lucky to have Chris as a dad and I am lucky to have him as my husband.
So honey, I love you – even though I am mostly a useless-milk producing-zombie at the moment.