I suppose it goes without mention that I did, indeed, finally give birth. Huzzah! He was 4 days overdue, but little Patrick James was born Dec 4th at 12:54pm, 7 pounds, 13 oz. 20.5 inches long. Hey- I still remember, even! See? Being a parent doesn't ENTIRELY consume your brain! Oh wait... it took three months to post that- nevermind. Yes it does. I'll write some version of his birth story down at some point- I was only in labor a couple of hours anyhow, true to the timing in my two prior lightning-fast labors: I had Aiden in two hours (who is now 8, see his birth story in my blog from another life here: The Anatomy of Labor) and Annika in one! I think the last three labors combined total something like 5 hours and 5 pushes/minutes of pushing? Something like that. (Ouch! Don't worry, I can still feel you punch me through the computer- and, rest assured, those few hours are completely filled with the transition stage. It still really hurts, trust me.)
Another thing that happens after the birth of a child, even for an experienced parent, is that it takes time to develop a routine, especially at nighttime. Patrick is still working out his sleep schedule, I am still working out (the lack of) mine. Sleep deprivation, joy! At least he's not my first child, so I know that as my Grammy always says, "This too, shall pass." I am sitting here, reveling in my coffee right now, I can tell you that much! Sweet, sweet nectar of the Goddesses. (I'm pretty sure the first thing Zeus' wife does before he starts running the cosmos is start the coffeemaker. Are we kidding, thinking he keeps track of all that without a caffeinated cohort?)
One thing that has helped tremendously in my adaptations is babywearing.When faced with astonished inquisitors when responding that no, this isn't my first child, but actually my fifth, (counting my stepdaughter, who lives with us full time) I developed the response, "No big deal, we like our kids. You just pop 'em out, strap 'em on and get back to it!" ...which has pretty much been the case since I discovered babywearing when Aiden (my second in line) was born & I found myself trying to work in a newborn with my 2 year old. I found a non-adjustable, simple sling from Earth Child that he and I both loved- especially since he had colic and it was one of the only things that actually soothed him and allowed me to move on with my life.
|Aww, cuddly skull knee!|
|Me sporting "The Grey Thing" with Danny|
& "The A Team" (Annika & Aiden) at Pier 39
|My little sister & niece, |
Moby-ed up for a parade!
As we enter, I am instantly wary: it is FULL of Eastery-pastel-kid-crack. Amazingly enough, all of my children are maintaining control, despite being tired AND hungry. This is a momentary reprieve from The Universe not to be taken lightly. Better make this quick. We beeline to the movies & begin perusing. Patrick is peacefully passed out, everyone's getting along, looking at which movie to choose, the clouds parted, angels were singing... okay, maybe not that last part, but sometimes, it seriously feels like it when they are all calm and quiet.
Then... The Lady. The small minded Lady comes up and announces matter-of-factly, "Your baby is... uncomfortable. Can he breathe?" (Um, what?) I already kind of want to slap her for her blatant display of public stupidity. (NO, b*tch. He can't. I'm quietly trying to kill my newborn... I just spent 9 straight months vomiting profusely for FUN. Oh, these other kids? Yes, they're lucky to have survived me this long.) Sensing I may have been a little tired (Who, a mother of a newborn? Nooo...) & defensive- (being that this is CLEARLY not my first rodeo, as a friend so aptly put it) I finish choking her in my mind, come back to reality, smile and say, "He's fine, thank you.", managing to even maintain a grain of sincerity for her actually caring about my sleeping sweetheart, though it is NONE of her flipping business. I even go as far as show her his angelic, unobstructed face sleeping against my chest. (See? He's adorable AND breathing. Now shush.)
|Daddies can wear babies, too!|
Do you and/or your partner wear your baby? Which style do you & your munchkin prefer? Do you ever get sanctimommied? How do you deal with it?
Not sure which carrier is best or where to get them?
Here are some helpful links:
The Baby Wearer