- At two in the morning, I can only think about how much I want him to eat quickly so I can go back to sleep. And I feel badly for feeling like I don’t want to have patience with him.
- I consider myself reasonably intelligent but when it’s three PM and he’s wide awake, what do I do with him? I feel like I should keep him awake so he might sleep longer at night but he’s not exactly responsive in the way an older child is. What do you do with a one month old baby to entertain them?
- I had a latte. It doesn’t see to affect his feeding any but so many breastfeeding advocates would have my head over that.
- I haven’t actually bathed my child yet. He’s had little wash cloth cleanings but we don’t do the two to three times a week as books suggest. We’re bad parents.
Ok, that’s all I can think of for now because I just had to get those out there. My brain has turned slightly mushy now, much like that pear you so desperately wanted to eat but it went ripe then bad in a manner of 5 seconds while sitting on the counter. Yeah, if you got THAT reference, there’s a box of cookies in the mail directly on their way to your door.
I managed to get out today for lunch, because an old friend was in town. It’s nice to get outside these days and see, oh I don’t know, the sun, trees, breathe fresh air. Ok, so it’s not that bad. Whenever I get the chance, I do go to the grocery store. It’s my refuge I tell you. It serves two purposes: relinquishing me from baby/dog duty and making me feel useful in that I’m purchasing foodstuffs for us – something NOT for little one. I know that sounds awfully selfish but when your entire day consists of doing for and thinking about him, well, you tend to glom onto whatever there is that can be considered for YOURSELF. Naps do this as well but I feel guilty when I sleep. I am sure there’s something else that I could be doing. That’s when I play Scrabble online or read magazines.
Alas, baby is shrieking like some little monkey and I take that as a signal for ” I’m bored and sick of looking at sea creatures in my crib. Please send help, and breast milk.”