So tired. Too tired for full sentences. Will update in bullet form.
- Loves to sleep. During the day. At night? Not even close to being interested. I remember this from Eirinn. This part is no fun.
- Loves to eat. ALL THE TIME. Is a pig. But I guess she has the whole “growing infant” thing to use as an excuse for the weight gain. Feeding her all the time has left me with an insatiable craving for Fudgsicles. I do not have the “growing infant” thing as an excuse for weight gain anymore. Luckily Fudgsicles are low in fat and calories. High on awesome.
- HATES to be naked. Even diapie changes are reason for complete mental breakdowns. Oh, and the breakdowns cause her to poop. So get this vicious cycle. She poops, so we have to change her, so she screams about it, so she poops, and so on until eternity. Leaving for the grocery store this morning took an hour and a half and 7 diapers. I could hear the “cha-ching” with every shriek.
- Is ridiculously cute. Even when she’s not sleeping, pigging out on my very sore udders, and squeeling for someone to save her from the torture of a clean, dry bum.
- Is coping surprisingly well. She’s trying to be helpful, although the concept of “gentle” is a little foreign to our little Princess Tomboy. She’ll catch on.
- Has been spoiled rotten, which probably contributes to the coping. She has been treated to many Big Sister presents, trips to the trailer, pool parties, popcicles just cause she wants them. I’m sure if she knew Big Sister-dom came with so many perks, she would have signed up for this gig a long time ago.
- Now seems GIGANTIC. Last week, she still seemed like our baby girl. Size 2 clothing was still tiny. Now she is this enormous, Godzeera of a person who just speaks with a funny accent and still wears diapers to bed at night.
- Is feeling terribly neglected and unloved, even though literally nothing has changed for him. He still has the run of the house, gets a treat every night, and sleeps in our bed. Not even Avery is allowed to sleep in our bed, so that’s got to mean something, right?
- Incredibly tired from the no sleeping, constantly eating newborn. But that’s the same story heard from every mother of a newborn, so I’m not looking for any sympathy.
- Except maybe from Anonymous Husband. It’s very easy to feel bitter at three in the morning, feeding the child, having only been asleep for a grand total of 20 minutes, when the husband is snoring away three feet to my left. Especially when the snoring is what woke the baby up.
- Feeling, otherwise, great.
* Edited to note: Anonymous Husband has been incredibly helpful this week. I only feel the resent at night because feeding her is something he can not do to help. If he could, I’m sure he would. But he can’t, so I sit on my side of the bed at all hours of the night, baby filling her little tummy, glaring at him through my tired, crusty eyes, wishing he had the boobs in the family.