Figuring Things Out?
Hello, hello! Is it only Wednesday? What year is it??
We’re still a little out of it over here.
Before I get started with this post, I know some of you might be thinking… “Didn’t this used to be a food blog??”
Actually, I’ve always thought of this as more of just a “life in general” blog—there’s not enough food on here to be a food blog; there isn’t enough exercise to be a healthy living or fitness blog; there isn’t enough pregnancy/kiddo stuff to be a mommy blog…
Which means that I guess it’s just my blog. And that means that it’s usually going to reflect what’s going on in my life at the moment—whether that’s awesome food, fun travel, or, as of late, adjusting to life with a newborn.
I realize these posts might not be interesting to everyone—feel free to pass right over them if that’s the case! But I know that these early days with Lila are going to be over before we know it, and I also know I’ll be mad at myself if I don’t at least try to blog about what’s going on. I want to be able to look back in a year (or two, or three), and see pictures like this:
…and remember the craziness of what it meant to be standing in the bathroom at 1am with the hair dryer on full blast and my newborn in my arms, having had a total of six hours sleep in the past 48 hours.
If nothing else, it will serve nicely as birth control.
So. That’s that.
As far as the craziness goes…as my title says, we’re still kind of figuring things out. We’ve started to build up an arsenal of “tricks” that seem to work when little miss has her fuss pants on. She likes the hair dryer and rocking in the glider with Ryan. She also loves being bounced on our exercise ball:
…which was killing my arms, until I thought to put her in the sling:
Magic! It hurts my back after a while, but it keeps her really happy and quiet, so that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
Even with the tricks we’re learning, she still seems to fuss an awful lot. As I told the nurse today at the doctor’s office, sometimes it seems like when she isn’t eating or sleeping, she’s crying. Our doctor assured us that this much crying and fussing is normal. He said it usually sets in around 2-3 weeks (yep) and peaks at 6 before getting better. So…essentially, we’re halfway there?
And the truth is, she isn’t fussing all the time. She’s starting to get a little more active, and seems to really enjoy watching toys and kicking her legs while on her back:
…but these sessions usually only last about 10-15 minutes before she melts down.
I think we’ve both been taken aback a little by just how hard this is. Everyone tells you that it’s hard…but I think you just don’t *get it* until you’re there in the moment, staring at your wailing baby who has been fed, changed, swaddled, shushed, swung, bounced, walked, gas-dropped, gripe-watered, and sung to…and is still crying away.
That has been the hardest lesson of the past three weeks: sometimes babies cry for no reason.
Sometimes you just have to wait it out, let them cry, and remember that they can’t stay upset forever.
It’s hard to swallow, because I think at the heart of every parent is the desire to fix things. If something is wrong, you want to make it better. If your child is hurting, you want to make the pain go away.
But we’re learning that there are going to be times when there’s nothing we can do. When the only thing to do is pace the house, hold her close, sing a little Simon and Garfunkle in her ear, and remember that eventually, she’ll calm back down and look like this again: