Having a newborn around is a lot of work.
Having a newborn around is also freaking awesome.
I’d forgotten that, too.
I am watching my two-month-old great-niece, Ellie for most of this week while my sister (The “Grandma”) is getting a much needed break in Mexico. I’ll be watching her at night and during the day until 3 o’clock while my niece (The “Mamma”) is in school.
Hopefully, my niece can get some rest this week. She has been a trooper and is a great mom, but having a new born and trying to maintain a 4.0 during your senior year of high school is quite a huge chunk to try and manage.
I’m very proud of her.
It should be really telling for Jonathan and I if we are still up to “Infant duty”. It has been 4 years since we’ve had a baby in the house, and when we did it was only for a little over three months. Before that, it had been another 4 years. So…we’re looking at EIGHT YEARS since going through an entire infant phase.
I was 25 and Jonathan was 23.
That was so long ago. I had way fewer wrinkles and Jonathan had way more hair. Sigh.
We are not totally sure if we would be “Up” to having another little one. (I am starting to put the pressure to make a final decision, though. I am not getting any younger, here.)
Ellie is a very cute, but colicky baby. She is also quite the little barf bucket. She projectile spews at least three times during her feedings. She is not even close to sleeping through the night yet, either. I am going to have to see if my parents can bring over a rocking chair because we don’t have one in the house. It is essential to have some kind of rocking implement when you have a fussy baby.
She is so freaking cute, though. I think that babies munching down on a pacifier has to be one of the best things in the world. I love it. Especially if they are swaddled up in soft blankies like a little “Baby Burrito” and just sit there sucking for dear life on the thing and blinking at you.
Jon and I got Ellie fed, bathed (Due to said barf bucketing), lotioned, massaged,diapered and changed into her jammies before we sang her to sleep. We work as a team better than at any other time when we are caring for a baby. My husband is very gentle and comfortable with them. He takes to babies like a duck to water. There were a few times tonight watching them together that brought a lump to my throat and made my eyes stung a bit because I had some memories of how he was with Matthew.
It was beyond bitter sweet.
I think it is going to be a long, tough and lovely week.
Any tips for survival?