It’s the middle of Chol Hamoed now, and my mother brought little G home from his bris a couple of hours ago. I don’t think I know him well enough yet to know if he is more irritable than usual… the last week has been such a crazy blur. I think I forgot what newborns are like.
N (my husband) keeps asking me what I would tell a client to do… but the answer is: wait it out. He’s only a newborn.
But ooohhhh is it hard.
I’ve been doing my Rule of 5s – 5 days in bed, 5 days on bed, 5 days around bed – so I’ve pretty much been in my bed the past week. I’ve been trying to pamper myself and take it easy, but it’s so hard when this baby JUST WONT SLEEP. Well, on his own, I mean. He’ll sleep on me or with me… but then I can’t sleep. I read The Safe Sleep Seven (I don’t agree with a lot of what’s in there about sleep hygiene, but they’ve got research-based information on safe co-sleeping) because I was SO looking forward to co-sleeping. Yeah, well – not. for. me. I was so excited for it, but I hardly sleep when the baby is in bed with me. I wake up between each cycle, and don’t have anywhere to roll over because, inevitably, my cute little newborn situates himself smack in the center of the bed (and people think they’re helpless? I think not!) So there goes that dream.
And with yom tov and meals and the bris and vacht nacht, it’s all been so hectic that I feel bad asking my mother or sister or husband to help.
Of course, my husband came in from the sukkah on the nights that I just needed someone else to hold him so I could close my eyes for a bit, and my sister and mother are happy to help out to in between the million and five other things that they’re doing (think – making yom tov and running after my girls), but at the end of the day, I’m the one in charge of this smushy little boy.
On Motzei Shabbos, I was at my wits end with him so we tried doing PUPD (my sister did a shift while I ate melava malka). Miserable failure. I guess because he was only 5 days old? I don’t know, and I’ve never tried with a baby this young and I don’t think I’m ever going to try again.
So we’re still in stage one: new baby; no sleep. I officially am not functioning normally.
My girls, of course, are super confused, too. B”H my sister was here for a week before G was born, so they’re used to her taking care of them. But they keep wanting to see the baby, and wanting to sit on my lap when they come in to me. I miss playing with them. I’m probably going to start returning to the life outside of my bedroom a bit earlier than I’d planned – y”t in the dark without any company is just no fun.
But on the bright side, they’ll be 2 in just 14 weeks! (Ok, not “just.” That feels like an eternity.)
And at least I got a nap while everyone was out for the bris. Score one for Mommy!