Two months and how time flies
Feb. 19th, 2013 04:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chesneeToday my baby turns two months old.
I find it quite surreal, to be honest. I could swear on all my limbs that it was yesterday (or day before that at the most) when I was taken to the operation room to give birth to him. Or when we were told we could be discharged and go home. Or when he first smiled. Instead, it turns out that it all happened an awful lot of days ago and today, our Wölfchen enters the Famed Third Month. The Month in which some of the newborn troubles will be finally forgotten. Our Child will transform into a more stable, longer-sleeping, no-longer-spitting-up-after-nursing, finally-playing-by-himself Young Man.
What is it like now? Well, most of my time is dedicated to the Baby. About 98%. Does it sound strange? Scary? Impossible? I can assure you, I don't even notice it as the clock is ticking and hours go by. I get up when the Baby wakes - if it's a good day (like today), he'll let me sleep till 9. If not, he'll wake about 7. I have to close the blinds on the windows or he wakes up when it's light outside. Then I race to the bathroom to wash, dress and put on some make-up, make a ponytail or a braid (styling one's hair is definitely a legend now already forgotten), while the Baby is busy being very displeased that I left his side to do some Very Unimportant Things. So after max. 3 minutes (you CAN do it if the Baby is crying his head off) I run into the living room and we start nursing. Thankfully, Husband had already made me breakfast (Saviour!), so I feed myself and the Child at the same time while looking up things on the Internet.
And so the day goes on: nursing, changing diaper, nursing, sleeping (Baby, not me), walk, sleeping, making dinner, eating dinner, nursing, changing diapers and so on, until evening bath and final nursing that leads us to dreamland. How can you call this life - ask people who haven't got any offspring or can't remember the time of upbringing. Well, I have no choice! And it's not even that bad. At the end of the day, i usually manage to read some good stuff (part of a book), some fanfiction, watch an Arashi show, call business clients, call some family members and learn some German (all while nursing). It's also possible to listen to Arashi music during the walk and do some housework when Baby sleeps (today it was dinner, laundry, changing bedsheets and some ironing). I even painted my nails blue and discussed life matters with my Husband. Anything is possible, as long as you have litte time for it and a mammal to feed. Stay positive!
I find it quite surreal, to be honest. I could swear on all my limbs that it was yesterday (or day before that at the most) when I was taken to the operation room to give birth to him. Or when we were told we could be discharged and go home. Or when he first smiled. Instead, it turns out that it all happened an awful lot of days ago and today, our Wölfchen enters the Famed Third Month. The Month in which some of the newborn troubles will be finally forgotten. Our Child will transform into a more stable, longer-sleeping, no-longer-spitting-up-after-nursing, finally-playing-by-himself Young Man.
What is it like now? Well, most of my time is dedicated to the Baby. About 98%. Does it sound strange? Scary? Impossible? I can assure you, I don't even notice it as the clock is ticking and hours go by. I get up when the Baby wakes - if it's a good day (like today), he'll let me sleep till 9. If not, he'll wake about 7. I have to close the blinds on the windows or he wakes up when it's light outside. Then I race to the bathroom to wash, dress and put on some make-up, make a ponytail or a braid (styling one's hair is definitely a legend now already forgotten), while the Baby is busy being very displeased that I left his side to do some Very Unimportant Things. So after max. 3 minutes (you CAN do it if the Baby is crying his head off) I run into the living room and we start nursing. Thankfully, Husband had already made me breakfast (Saviour!), so I feed myself and the Child at the same time while looking up things on the Internet.
And so the day goes on: nursing, changing diaper, nursing, sleeping (Baby, not me), walk, sleeping, making dinner, eating dinner, nursing, changing diapers and so on, until evening bath and final nursing that leads us to dreamland. How can you call this life - ask people who haven't got any offspring or can't remember the time of upbringing. Well, I have no choice! And it's not even that bad. At the end of the day, i usually manage to read some good stuff (part of a book), some fanfiction, watch an Arashi show, call business clients, call some family members and learn some German (all while nursing). It's also possible to listen to Arashi music during the walk and do some housework when Baby sleeps (today it was dinner, laundry, changing bedsheets and some ironing). I even painted my nails blue and discussed life matters with my Husband. Anything is possible, as long as you have litte time for it and a mammal to feed. Stay positive!
