I am hungry. But baby is too. He eats first. So I wait. Wait until he is finished, burped, & has a decently clean diaper before my own hunt can begin. The whole child rearing this is pretty primal. We eat, sleep, poop. It’s more or less variations of this same theme. It’s kind of cool how babies are all about having their needs met, no more, no less. Done eating? Immediate stop. My baby…
First year of law school, there was a time where paying bills and taking a shower were the “fun” part of my day. Now, I rush what used to be admittedly too long of a shower than was advisable in a drought conditioned area. If I’m alone, I bathe my son then after he is warm and well-situated, rush to rinse while peeking out of the open shower & bathroom door to see his cooing…
Every baby has a poop modus operandi. How they poop, what faces they make, what their cry signal is… Mine in particular likes to utilize a part cry, part struggling whine while he engages in number two. Often visitors will think he’s pooping but he’s just tooting away. By tooting, I’m referring to his seemingly favorite hobby of flatulence. Oh here he goes again… What we find is a surprise nearly every time.
My son is always in varying states of inebriation & comatose. He eats & drinks like a champ (to him, those are the same things). He cries furiously in demand for a feeding & abruptly gulps his meal. It’s a dangerous thing, infantile spit-up but at least I don’t have a projectile vomiter on my hands. He can completely drench his and my clothes in an embarrassing mom-didn’t-pack-extra-clothes display. All of this I am okay…
When your baby sleeps, I almost want to stay up and wait until he wakes up again because it’s inevitable. I have a theory about puppies and babies. They both snuggle real close to you and quietly, deftly, nudge you to the edge of your bed until your bed real estate is no more. That’s why I choose to beat this little system by not sleeping. Plus, tired feedings worry me that I may somehow…