Getting off to work in the morning with Violet requires a change of clothes, her diaper box, bottles, formula, a baby swing, the baby Bjorn, monkey, plastic keys, and Vallium. I forgot socks. What is it to you? Yes, I forgot socks. Thanks for reminding me. Yes, I can see that my daughter’s feet are bare. Why, yes, this IS my first baby.
When I get, say, ten questions like that in the morning, oh it makes me feel like a TOTAL FAILURE. Geez, I’m cranky. Needless to say I am not back into the swing of things since returning from my trip. I still have two loads of laundry to do and need to put up all the wires and odds and ends I packed with me FOR NO FREAKING PURPOSE since NOT ONE PIECE WORKED. Anyway, the swing of things – yes, well, I am not in them. It seems as though Violet has changed all of her preferences since I have been gone. She is no longer comforted by being rocked on her tummy, and she is making this weird breathy sound that sounds like she is choking and sends me running from all corners every 832409483 times she does it. Paranoid much? Why, yes, I am. I spent most of the day trying unsuccessfully to comfort my baby. Then during the meeting I am now forced to take her too, I turned her around and caught her arm in my shirt, causing her to scream out in pain in front of fifteen or more seasoned parents who were probably all jotting down notes to call CPS when our hour commenced. I am convinced she hates me for leaving her. HATES ME! And will harbor resentment until she is 18. If she doesn’t have her self emancipated first.
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In other less cranky news, last night we transitioned Violet into her own room. Since my sister is gone, and not there anymore we had no more excused to keep her in the room in her bassinet with us. She slept great, completely from 9pm to 7am. We did not sleep at all. I can’t believe I am saying this but we missed her. Instead of enjoying our first night sans baby, you know – ahem, enjoy. We laid there staring at the ceiling, looking at each other, and feeling awkward.
Why this feels wrong, we need our wriggly squirmy rug rat.
I think AK is hoping I don’t make the baby sleep in her own room tonight, but seeing has WE are the ones with the problem with it, he is just plain out of luck.
Haha! I subscribed to your feed, and it does NOT put the strike out through your words, but I didn’t know that till right now. Totally thought you were using Vallium. Or maybe giving it to the baby!
Anyway, you’re not a failure. And it’s so much harder for US when our babes grow up then it is for THEM! Right now, mine is about to grow out of my lap when we sit in the rocking chair at bedtime. It makes me want to cry! It makes her want to go to bed sooner. By all the wiggling, I can tell I’ve become totally uncomfortable for her. Ingrate!