We are in that no man’s land of parenting where the new baby is old enough to sleep longer periods of time, but still too young to really know that he should be. At 4 months old, Calvin is a great napper and he is eating and gaining well. He has a great disposition and really, I can’t complain…much.
He is still waking up 2 sometimes 3 times a night to eat and a couple other times just for the fun of it. This means we are not getting good sleep as parents, and I won’t speak for Jerry, but I am getting to my wits end. We try to take turns sleeping an extra hour in the morning, but that just isn’t gonna cut it. And it’s not like when you have one baby and can sleep when the baby sleeps (although let’s be honest, who actually ever did that?) So I waffle between making it and losing it. Some days I can deal. Other days, I feel bitter to my very core. One very bad mama apple.
I know it will pass and we will all sleep a little bit more. But right now, it sucks and it’s affecting everything about my life from what I wear, to whether or not we leave the house to how I react to my husband. I don’t know what you think bloggers look like, but I am currently in my bathrobe sporting uncombed bride of Frankenstein hair wearing my glasses. I am running on fumes.
So this post is just an honest look into the dark side of having a baby. A cute baby yes, but a baby that makes me create arguments in my head with the people I love in the middle of the night because I so desperately need someone to be angry with. Because after all, Calvin is just being a baby.
A baby who is still asleep at 9:21am.