Tuesday morning, Milo woke me up to sing happy birthday... the crying and grunting version. (It really doesn't sound much like happy birthday...) I was, of course, very happy because it was my birthday and because Milo is the cutest. Case in point:
The morning was great... until all of a sudden, it wasn't. Milo went back to sleep at 5:30am and woke up again an hour and a half later and wouldn't be soothed. He didn't want to eat much and the nice shirt that I had put on in honor of my birthday was soaked with breastmilk in about 5 minutes. (The other side got soaked an hour later...) I sat down and tried to nurse him and made the mistake of reading a book about parenting.
Holy moly. I was already failing... less than a month into this. I have not mastered one handed diapering. I have not started to read stories to Milo at bedtime as recommended by the American Academy of Pediatrics (starting at birth!). (When is bedtime by the way??) I do not constantly talk to Milo to always expand his vocabulary. So many things that I am not doing. Having burst into tears, I decided that it was time to go for a walk since Milo was still crying. I retrieved my Moby wrap (I'm such a cute mom when I wear it!) and decided to try a new way to wrap it.
And then I couldn't master the new way to wrap it. I tried to follow their instructions, but only have two hands instead of the requisite five evidently required for this technique, I failed. I am obviously a giant mothering failure. I burst into [totally rational, not at all related to sleep deprivation] tears.
I eventually made it on that hike. With the Ergo Baby carrier instead of the Moby wrap (thank god for so much baby crap that gives me options). It was a beautiful day. The dogs were very happy. And that night, I celebrated my birthday with friends and family and a happy, quiet, well-fed baby. For that evening, I was a mothering success.
Evidently, I will not be a perfect mother, a blow to my ego. I suppose that I'll have to project all of my dreams of perfection onto my son then...
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And since you've already probably skipped the text and are looking for pictures anyway... here you go!
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| Mom makes up for my lack of bedtime stories. |
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| He got to wear this outfit once. It was tight. He is a big baby. |
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| This was pretty spectacular. A 91 year old age difference here. |
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| "I am contemplating a nap, but I think that I'll choose to skip it instead..." |
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| And this... this... makes my heart so happy. |
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