When does a mommy rest?
Certainly not in the first six weeks of a baby’s life when baby is still trying to figure out his place in the world: when crying replaces the soft humming of the computer, the sound of mommy’s favourite TV program or the still, quiet night; when baby thinks that lumpy, hard chests are way more comfortable than a soft cot (or anywhere else for that matter); when mommy’s bed is just so much better than baby’s own; when, like all three of my children, baby has reflux – every time he lies down he ends up sleeping in his own throw-up and mommy has to change his clothes and bedding 50 times a day; when mommy spends hours washing the floor, couch, carpet and bed, or wherever else baby’s projectile vomit has landed in mommy’s once beautiful, unsoiled home. And don’t forget the constant nappy changes – I didn’t know that a human being could pooh that much! Newborn babies must pooh at least eight times a day. Man! You would never get off the toilet if that carried on into adulthood. Read the rest of this entry »
Cameron slept at Granny’s place on Friday night to give Dean and I had a night off yet I got less sleep than when Cameron is around *wink wink*. But I wonder what the point was. Should I have sacrificed a night with my husband to rest my body? Who comes first, Tracey-self, Tracey-mom or Tracey-wife? Then yesterday afternoon and last night I was at a friend’s bachelorette party: I got into bed at 3am and I the mom cried in harmony with Cameron in the next room upon waking this morning. So Dean got up, closed the door and took Cameron to the lounge. I put in my ear plugs, threw a pillow over my head for some extra deafness and slept for three more hours. And again, I cannot help but wonder what the point was? 
When we shopped for a pram we found one that suited our pocket and off we went. Well in hindsight I wish there was an antenatal class on prams: how they open and close; how the car seat fits into the pram and the car for that matter; the size of the pram relative to the size of the boot; and most importantly, “will my child be happy in it?” My boy Cameron has pretty much hated being squashed into the seat with the ‘snuggle safe’ engulfing his head from day one! He gets hot, then fidgety, which makes him even hotter and the screams just get louder. I hope that the seat is something he will grow to love … really I am. Who knew my child would hate his pram? And here I thought that kids loved to be pushed around in prams. Guess not. Maybe we should have bought a different one? Bigger? Softer? 
