It's been a busy couple of weeks. We're trying desperately to return to our normal life (yeah, right). My poor son had a slew of doctor's appointments, and I know he's grateful all of that is over. And my husband and I are slowly adjusting to parenthood. We've thrown some good advice out the window in favor of doing it our own way, and are actually starting to feel like we can successfully raise this boy while still maintaining our sanity. Or at least Jere's sanity. Mine was already being calling into question.There came a point where I was crying because I wanted out of the house. I wanted to go on a car ride that didn't involve the doctor. And my wonderful husband obliged. We packed our son up and took him to the mall. Sam fussed the entire time and demanded to be carried. We stopped in the family lounge to feed and change him, and what a wonderful invention! We bottle feed, but it was nice to have some privacy so we could sit down with him. I managed to get a little shopping done, thank goodness, and then we went over to dinner. And you know what? He slept. We've taken him out to dinner two times since then, and he sleeps! It's fantastic! Granted, he gets home and has a cow and stays up until 4 AM. But we're slowly starting to develop a life WITH him.
And then my wonderful husband gave me a 6 hour break so I could attend a luncheon with my friends. I love this yearly luncheon, but I haven't been able to go for the past few years. I wasn't sure I'd make it to this one, either, but Jere took the baby from me, loaded me into the Mustang, and yelled, "NO GUILT!" out the front door as I drove away. And I swear I only called to check on him once. During the luncheon that is. I MAY have called on the way home, too.Everything is settling into a shaky routine here. It doesn't really have a same time each day pattern. But we're getting closer to it.
Today's lesson: It is possible to keep pieces of your old life when you have a baby. Though the pieces are likely to be covered in spit up and other choice bodily fluids...
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WELCOME to my world!! and throw in a teenager who slings some choice words...and you've got parenthood parfait. You and the little man will adjust to each other soon enough and you'll develop a sense of what he's gonna need before the alarms sound, or at least get a head start to it. Some days I still wonder if Mini-human is going to forever eat every hour on the hour...maybe she's Clone2...*sigh*
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