Friday, May 13, 2005

The Mommy Report

A Mother's Rant

Just because I HAVE to go there...

"Pretty soon he'll be awake for longer periods of time, and then he'll sleep for longer stretches."

"Once he puts on some weight, he won't nurse as often and then he'll sleep for longer stretches."

"Around six weeks babies start to sleep for longer stretches."

"If you give him a bath right before bed, he'll sleep more soundly."

"If you take him out to the fresh air before bed, he'll sleep better."

All of these statements have been told to me by other women and mother's. My response...

BOLOGNA!

He is awake most of the day, he's put on the pounds, he's pushing six weeks, I bathe him before bed, & try the fresh air gig... NONE of which has allowed Lael and I more sleep.

Just to give everyone an idea... Aiden was up last night at 11:00, 12:30, 2:30, 3:15; 4:30, and 5:45. He's been up since 5:45am.

Sleep deprivation is a funny thing. It does funny things to you. For me, it can make me grouchy, sometimes just looking at Aiden will make me emotional and cry, it at times makes me easily frustrated. Just ask my husband.

I think women know this and make up ideal situations about when and how babies begin to sleep. Don't get me wrong, I cling to the "ideal situations" trying all of them.

I'll let you know when one of them works.

And another thing...

When did taking a shower become a luxury?

I mean, bathing should be part of everyone's daily routine right?

Wrong.

I may start the shower, even get undressed and Aiden will start crying.

Yesterday, Lael got in the shower while Aiden was asleep in his swing. I was in the loft ironing his clothes when Aiden began to cry. I stayed ironing and listening, knowing that sometimes he will fall back to sleep. A few seconds later, I hear a loud drop (probably the soap) and Lael opening the shower door saying to Aiden, "It's okay buddy." Aiden's crying turned into screaming, BANG! (another drop) and Lael frantically begins talking to him. "Hold on Bubba." I hear from the loft. BANG *#@* another drop. At this point, I could have grabbed him, but I was dying to see how Lael would handle the situation...

Within seconds, Lael is pushing my bedroom door open. A towel half on half off, a robe half on half off, soap suds still on his legs with Aiden in hand. "Something is wrong!", Lael says frantically. "Nothing is wrong." I say, "he's just ticked that you didn't pick him up quick enough." "WHAT?" Lael says in disbelief.

Does he think I'm kidding?

Maybe he has a new perspective on why I'm still in my pajamas when he comes home from work.

More later from the Mommy Report.

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