The Baby is Sleeping

A mom friend recently told me to never get too used to things that the baby is doing because good or bad, it will change. I smiled and nodded because at the moment, my 5 week old was doing something damn near close to almost sleeping through the night (as in only waking up once or twice as opposed to every hour and a half) and then as if he sensed my comfort level with him and with my sleep, it stopped just like that. Ugh. And we went on like that, with no notable pattern, for a good week. That's what I get for bragging about how awesome my kid was. Lesson learned. 

And now here we are with still a bit of a fussy baby. Nishant thinks he has colic, and I really think that he's just a baby, although he does seem to get more fussy at night time, especially when we're just ready to relax and watch some tv. This usually leads to one or both of us asking the baby why he has to be such an a-hole. Nishant will turn off the tv, throw the remote, pick up the baby and "fly" him around the house and Ayden quiets down almost instantly and even looks content, lol. The daddy airplane has at least a 95% success rate, as long as it does not make a landing. And again, the little guy is just too cute to be very mad at. 

These are some things I did with my fussy baby today, since he doesn't seem to want to be put down:

- I picked him up and rocked him, naked. I was naked, he was wearing clothes. I was just trying to take a few minutes to myself and take a shower. I wasn't even trying to wash my hair, just take a quick shower and get mostly clean. After a few minutes he closed his little eyes, I was able to out him back down and into the shower I dashed. 

- I put moisturizer only on the parts of my face that felt the driest because I was doing it one handed and that was all I could muster as the baby started making a frown face. I'm pretty sure my right arm is stronger than my left from all the baby cradling and one of these days I'm going to be better at doing the rest of my life left and single handed. 

- I sat on the floor in the laundry room with the baby in my lap so that I could transfer clothes from the washer to the dryer. The stinker looked up at me and smiles and then closed his eyes and went to sleep. 

I don't know if our feedings have been off today or what but both sides of my shirt have gotten big round wet marks at different times. Not that I needed an excuse to want a shower but that certainly added to it. 

A few weeks ago, we had some guys coming to the house to work on our vent hood. We were in the middle of a feeding and my phone rang and the guy said, "Uh, ma'am, this is so and so from such and such company and I see in my notes here that we were supposed to call when we were on our way but, uh, we're actually sitting outside your house. 

I answered the door like this, looking like I had just rolled out of bed because, hey, we had:

Now, had they called, I probably only would have changed from pajama pants to my "fancy" black sweat pants and brushed my hair (and my teeth for that matter) but it still would have been an improvement. Oh well. Just another day. I'm a mom.