Life with a newborn is a hell of a journey. I’ve had been there, done that parents (BTDT) who tell me that this is actually the easy stage. I am disinclined to agree.
Like anyone, babies have their good days, and their bad days. Yves seems to have more bad days than good days. Or at least, that’s all the days I seem to worry about the most.
Like today for example: I was going to attend the first lolita meetup that I had been to in God knows how long, but he decided he was going to have a meltdown for the rest of the day. This outfit went to complete waste.
Adorable as heck, right?
Figuring out how to live your day to day life is like putting together a 5000+ piece puzzle, only to find out that it wasn’t 5,000 pieces. You misread the label, it’s more like 5,000,000,000,000 pieces and they all mostly look a like and you’re probably missing a piece or two but you have no idea.
Feeding Yves is another struggle all on it’s own. He has a very small window between:
fine –> Hungry –> HANGRY and inconsolable for atleast 30-60 minutes.
He must get it from my side of the family, because we’re all mostly like that when it comes to food. On one hand, we’re doing way better with breastfeeding which is leading to a decrease in my using formula to supplement. On the other hand, I’m about to go back to work and I have yet to try to see if I can cause an overproduction of milk so I can pump and store…which may lead back to formula supplementation.
On the brightside, Yves was able to sleep through most of the night last night with minimal interruptions. I stayed up so that poor Papa Bear could get some sleep since he has been taking the night shift during the week (despite having work, however it just has to be this way because when I go back to work after this next week, I work NOC shift).
What’s so funny about the swing is that this kid likes it on full blast. I swore up and down that despite the safety straps, he was gonna fly out because it was swinging so hard, but he won’t have it any other speed.
It’s the moment like these that really remind you why having a child is so special.
Legit discovering that there is a baby on my phone. Spoiler: it’s him.
The way this one turned out, it looks like Yves is taking a selfie with me. Did we end up on SnapChat?