Well, we’re almost two weeks in, and finding ourselves a little shell-shocked, actually. The first ten days or so were great, as Aili is a good eater and a good sleeper, and I’m not having much trouble with breastfeeding. That makes life so much easier!
‘So, what’s all the difficulty?’ you say?
We are finding trends are developing, some of which we’re really not comfortable with. Three themes that come to mind are: ‘You Are My Human Pacifier’; ‘Hold Me Love Me Hug Me All The Time’; and ‘I Never Ever Want to Sleep Alone’.
So you know us: straight to the books. And guess what?!!? There are a billion philosophies out there, ranging from ‘let your newborn cry until she pukes’ to ‘give her everything she wants, you don’t have a life anyway’. We prefer to find something in between, but it’s hard to know which way to turn. Ultimately, the conclusion we’ve come to is that we have to take the pieces we like, ignore the ones we don’t, and make the rest up as we go along. It SOUNDS easy, but in practicality it’s a lot harder than it seems.
As I type, Aili is being introduced to the concept of ‘napping in your crib’. If you were to ask me right now, I would gladly nap anywhere, including under the bed with the dust bunnies or on the cold hard tile of the bathroom floor. But I guess exhaustion will do that to you.
Johnny has the patience of a saint, and patiently goes in to her each time she cries, picks her up to console her, and puts her down again once she’s calm. I think that was just her 23rd visit, but who’s keeping track?
Visiting Auntie Janet at APEG:
Sometimes I look at him this way too:
Wisdom – – or gas?