Yeah, well there’s stuff you get sick of hearing as a new mom.
-What’s her name?
-Is she sleeping through the night yet?
-Do you get much sleep?
-Is she in daycare?
-How are you dealing with her being in daycare?
-When are you going to start (insert milestone or outdated practice or something I just plain don’t intend to do.)
-How does your husband feel about having a girl? (“He says boys make better offerings to our lord Satan, but she’ll have to do.” WHAT? She’s gotta be inferior to my husband because she’s a girl?!?!?!!? WTH kind of outdated Medieval perception is THAT?)
-Do you have any pictures?-When can I babysit?
-Don’t worry, you’ll get sick of her.
-You’ll need help.
-You’ll need a break.
-Yeah, when that happens, you’ll be BEGGING me to babysit.
-She’s crying because she’s hungry/her diaper’s wet/she doesn’t like me. (No, she’s crying because she’s a baby!)
-You think it’s hard now? You just wait.
-Girls are terrible because they turn into teenagers. (Always said by a WOMAN.)
-Can you say (insert word)? (No, she’s 2 months old. And her first word will either be “dada”, “mama”, or “shit” thankyouverymuch.)
-In my day, the husbands didn’t help.
-You must feel so guilty for working.
-When I had MY babies…
I’m not a patient person. I’m not exactly homicidal, but I could be. The mood stabilizers help, but the complete lack of energy also keeps me from doing more than replying in a snarky way. I’m cool with that for now. I’ll get tons of unwanted input on my parenting choices for the rest of my life from nose-stickers-in. I’ll enjoy being rude to them. I get a sick satisfaction from it. No shame!
Boss: My new blog post was 297 words!!!
Me: That’s really short.Boss: But it’s only part one!
Me: Yeah, that’s still really short.
So yeah, life and such. Wow. Well, Charlotte is doing well. She’ll be two months old on Sunday, my first mother’s day. Tom has to work so we’ll be celebrating on Saturday. I’m not disappointed because I have an adorable little girl and a wonderful husband. 🙂 Oh, and a cat who has decided Charlotte is just another human being to ignore. No big. lol
Charlotte’s been going to daycare regularly for awhile now. It’s going well. I really like her provider. It’s an in-home daycare, so I know that Charlotte is getting the attention she needs. Plus, the lady is always holding/feeding/just finished changing Charlotte when I walk in to pick her up. She’s been great. And I love driving the 15 minutes to get to her every afternoon because then I get to see her and bring her home. And I miss her so much.
We had our most recent doctor’s visit and Charlotte got her shots and she’s also perfectly healthy. Here’s something funny: Tom and I are short people. Our baby is in the 81st percentile for height. If she had been taken away from our hospital room even once without one of us going with her, I might think we have the wrong baby. She was so tiny when she was born! 18.5 inches long and just 7 pounds! Now she’s 11.5 pounds and freakishly long! lol
She’s also been awake a lot more lately. She’s starting to learn to laugh and she plays with us. She recognizes our faces. She smiles and makes noises at us. She loves music. We’ll play her a CD or turn on the (obnoxious!!!) music in her swing and it calms her down. Not always, but often enough that we try to use it whenever she cries.
I’m still tired. So is Tom. Every day has something we have to do. But I am so happy. I see that little girl’s face or feel her in my arms and I just melt.