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I am convinced my son is the devil child! Okay, that's a little harsh and not entirely accurate. But, he sure does seem like it sometimes.
My little man has finally reached 5 months. If I were to describe my experience since his birth I'd fill up a whole bible's worth of pages that included a lot of frustrated exclamation marks like this!!!!!! I'm a stay at home and I'd like to say it's been nice kicking back not working but the dog ate my words. What about those supposedly lucky moms that have really easy going babies and tend to float on a cloud from their constant baby happiness? Do they even exist?! And why the heck can't I be one of them?!
As I sit here in my ever fashionable oversized t-shirt and sweat pants. I seem to have lost sight of where I am in life. Pondering how I can make this better, I think it's best to fill this page with how it even got this way. Despite the semi-grueling 18 hour labor my son arrived safely and was quite the angel during my hospital stay. We finally went home where I was blessed to have my boyfriend off from work for a week to help me out. That's when the nightmare began.
I was (still am) the overbearing, paranoid, perfectionist of a mother that didn't want anyone to see him for the first couple of weeks. Only family were allowed and that was when we were still in the hospital. During those couple weeks alone at home I experienced the baby blues! I won't ever forget them because I had it really bad. It was the strangest thing not to feel like myself, like someone else was literally controlling my mind. Not to mention that everything that could go wrong went wrong.
The doctor said my son was tongue tied and couldn't latch on to breastfeed. Despite my constant efforts to pump, my son's demand for attention was greater. At that point I felt like I failed myself because I couldn't provide for my son like I wanted. Then, when I was finally willing (actually it was like pulling teeth) to let others visit the baby, my best friend ran into a crisis and needed a place to stay. I don't know about you but dealing with the stresses of a 3 week old and having to worry about a close friends issues at the same time in my own home was almost too much. That is until I realized she had not only brought over her luggage but a friend named Mr. Cold.
Mr. Cold quickly got my son sick and incredibly irritable. I always thought that babies don't get colds until after 6 months. On the contrary, I struggled simply learning his every day habits and then some! Unfortunately, other germie visitors came along with colds which extended my son's for another 3 WEEKS! I mean c'mon give a mother a break, right?! Torturous I tell you!
I could go over every horrific detail until his current state but then the Mommy Fairy might come down and take away my title for giving mommyhood a bad rep. Anyway, to squeeze in just a few more bits further explaining why I have the devil child...
My son's teething. That's an experience in itself. He also likes to scream (not cry mind you) at every possible chance he gets. Sometimes I wonder if he forgets that I'm his loving mother!!!! They say that by now he'll develop a sleeping pattern and daily routine. Yes, one good thing we had! One month later, routine what?? He still wakes up every 2 1/2-3 hours to feed and refuses to stay in his own crib. He's skipping all of his daytime naps which is making him overtired. Seriously, I've never met a baby that refuses sleep so much!!! At last I am defeated. My ears are ringing from the piercing sounds coming out of my son's "angelic" mouth, and my arms are bruised from toting him around everywhere. Did I mention he doesn't like playing with his toys for more than 5 minutes? Yeah, no matter how much I attempt to entertain him with stuff he's more content doing absolutely nothing but whining in my arms. I need a full time nanny around just to freaking have time for a shower in peace. I wish!
To end on a more pleasant note; He's talking and laughing more than ever. And strong enough to roll over
