Five Week Update
Monday was supposed to be the first day of new life as usual, but Minnesota got a blizzard with about 10 inches of snow in about as many hours, so G. Grod’s bus wasn’t running to work and he had a snow day. Plus we have kind friends who are bringing us dinner, so we’re hardly left to our own devices.
Getting computer time at all is hard, and having time to write is even harder. And thinking of something quasi-intelligent to say? Ha. I’ve had two very bad nights in a row. I don’t think Guppy has colic, but he is definitely having more trouble at night than during the day. I hold him in the dark, and whimper, “Please, please, just go to sleep.” He’ll usually be up for the two hour feeding interval between 11 and 1, then I’ll get an hour or so between the next few intervals when he wakes at 3, 5 and 7. Someone once told me that sleep deprivation is cumulative, and I’m feeling five weeks of it.
I’ve meant to chronicle some of the firsts as I went. I spent the two weeks after he was born mostly in PJs, only getting dressed to take Guppy for his 1-week checkup. My first solo outing was to the grocery coop. My first outing with Guppy alone was in the stroller to the coffee shop. I took both boys to an indoor gym playdate a few days later. I got there 15 minutes before it ended, but by goodness, I got there. G. Grodd and I went out for birthday sushi. Guppy was in the car seat, and he slept through the entire meal, in spite of slow service. Next, all four of us went to the coffee shop. Then last Friday I put Drake in the stroller and Guppy in the Bjorn and we walked to the coffee shop, the park, the pizza place and home. My next challenge will be taking both boys either to the coop or to Target by myself. I’m in no rush, and I don’t fool myself that it won’t be difficult. Drake is doing pretty well with the big brother thing, but he is throwing some truly spectacular tantrums over some truly trivial things of late, so we’re taking care not to push things.
As for me and the sleep deprivation, I realized yesterday, after he got sopping wet, that I’d put pants on Drake but forgot his diaper. Oops.
In spite of it all, though, I’m managing to get some reading, movies and TV. I’m still ruminating on the last few episodes of Battlestar Galactica, and peeved that I have to wait till October for new ones. I think I’ll try to get some one-line reviews up when I get a chance. Or if I get a chance. Sigh.