The more things change...
1. It's quite daring for me to even put this out there -- but I seem much less neurotic with this one.
2. Adjusting to no sleep is MUCH easier when you know that there's an eventual end to the sleepless nights.
3. People give you less unsolicited advice with #2 -- very welcomed.
4. Your friends and family offer their help less on round two.
5. Daddy seems to help a lot more knowing his impending doom if he doesn't pick up the slack.
2. Adjusting to no sleep is MUCH easier when you know that there's an eventual end to the sleepless nights.
3. People give you less unsolicited advice with #2 -- very welcomed.
4. Your friends and family offer their help less on round two.
5. Daddy seems to help a lot more knowing his impending doom if he doesn't pick up the slack.
The more they stay the same...
1. I say I'm much less neurotic, but I still wake up every 10 minutes to make sure he's still breathing.
2. Sleep deprivation blows. Thank god for adrenaline.
3. People give you less advice so now you constantly wonder what you're doing wrong.
4. You'd actually welcome the help of your friends and family more this time.
5. You still want to punch Daddy in the face when he complains about only getting 6.5 hours of sleep.
2. Sleep deprivation blows. Thank god for adrenaline.
3. People give you less advice so now you constantly wonder what you're doing wrong.
4. You'd actually welcome the help of your friends and family more this time.
5. You still want to punch Daddy in the face when he complains about only getting 6.5 hours of sleep.
The things you FORGET!
Babies poop in the middle of the night.
Yeah -- definitely forgot this one. Needing to change a diaper at all hours of the night half awake is hard enough when you're not expecting a bonus in there for you.
Never-ending laundry.
How does such a tiny little thing increase our laundry load by 2?!? It's a full-time job to keep up on just this!
No journey is quick.
It takes a minimum of 90 minutes just to prepare to leave the house. You will leave the house with 4 bags and likely need nothing while gone because your baby will demand being back home to eat within 30 minutes of your departure.
Diapers are expensive.
Shit! Literally it costs you $5/day just to collect your kids crap.
Hour long stares.
You lose time in staring at the miracle you've created that is so peaceful.
THREE-HOUR LONG MELTDOWNS.
Time creeps by as your colic-y baby can't get comfortable and cries for hours on end while you sit there in tears thinking about when you'll get your body back, when you'll get more than 1 hour of consecutive sleep ever again, why the hell does Daddy get to sleep through this, how many times can you actually shit in one day kid, will I ever be able to go back to working a normal day and feel human again, and why the hell does everyone keep staring at me when I venture out in public?
FUCK -- I FORGOT MY BREAST PADS.
Yeah -- definitely forgot this one. Needing to change a diaper at all hours of the night half awake is hard enough when you're not expecting a bonus in there for you.
Never-ending laundry.
How does such a tiny little thing increase our laundry load by 2?!? It's a full-time job to keep up on just this!
No journey is quick.
It takes a minimum of 90 minutes just to prepare to leave the house. You will leave the house with 4 bags and likely need nothing while gone because your baby will demand being back home to eat within 30 minutes of your departure.
Diapers are expensive.
Shit! Literally it costs you $5/day just to collect your kids crap.
Hour long stares.
You lose time in staring at the miracle you've created that is so peaceful.
THREE-HOUR LONG MELTDOWNS.
Time creeps by as your colic-y baby can't get comfortable and cries for hours on end while you sit there in tears thinking about when you'll get your body back, when you'll get more than 1 hour of consecutive sleep ever again, why the hell does Daddy get to sleep through this, how many times can you actually shit in one day kid, will I ever be able to go back to working a normal day and feel human again, and why the hell does everyone keep staring at me when I venture out in public?
FUCK -- I FORGOT MY BREAST PADS.