No. Not that one. Who do you think I am? I’m a mother now, I’ll have you know.
I’m talking about the other dreaded “C” word.
Cue dramatic music.
To be completely honest I have to warn you that I’m not entirely sure what I’m typing right now. Do you know why? Because I’m more sleep deprived than I was in college when I was
partying all the time studying for exams and doing all my homework.
Rose cries at least 3 hours every day. Cries? It’s really more like a scream. I thought things had gotten better once we had her all hopped up on her reflux meds, but no such luck. (And please. Spare me your ideology on newborns and medication. Unless, of course, you’re offering your babysitting services!!!) She’s spitting up a lot less and is generally eating better. But the crying? Yeah. There’s still lots of that.
That. For three hours. Always in the evenings when we’re both the most tired and just want to go to sleep ourselves. A few times we’ve had to put her in her crib and just shut the door for 10 minutes to regain our strength. AND THAT’S OK. If you’re a mom, and your baby has colic, you do what you gotta do to not Google “How do I sell my baby on the Black Market?”
Don’t check my browsing history.
This is my punishment for my textbook delivery. It was too easy. I knew it was going to come back and bite me. Karma is, what do they say? A bitch. Yes. She is a horrible, horrible, bitch.
So life is kinda stressful right now. But every once in a while the clouds part, the sun shines through, and we see a magnificent rainbow.
I MEAN COME ON. Mother Nature had to make babies cute for at least 3% of the time. I’m pretty sure humans don’t eat their offspring and this has GOTTA be why.
She melts my heart. One smile like that, with her looking directly into my eyes, whisks me away to a place where babies don’t cry and everything is soft and warm and fuzzy. And booze pours from golden fountains. And a shirtless Ryan Gosling gives me foot massages.
All this to say: If you’re a mom, and you’re reading this blog, and your baby cries ALL THE TIME… you are not alone, my friend. It’s okay to be scared, and mad, and frustrated, and worried all at the same time. From what I hear it gets better. I’ll report back. If I’m not back in 2 monts — send for help.
Crap. Did I just turn into a Mommy Blogger?