I know that I’ve done this two other times, but honestly I have forgotten EVERYTHING about having a baby. For example, when can I expect M to get on a schedule? When will he start going to bed around 7 p.m. and sleeping until 6 or 7 a.m.? (I realize the answer to that latter question may be never, but I’m being optimistic.)
I think I may have to get a baby book from the library for review. Talk about repressing things!
We have discussed many possible nicknames for Michael. Dan calls him Murph. I call him Junior, which is ironic because he’s not a junior. Kate calls him Luke. We can all agree though on “Fussass” because that’s what he is, especially in the evenings. Oy.
Speaking of evenings, they are probably the most difficult time of day for me, especially when Dan isn’t home. Which is most evenings. It’s just chaotic when the girls come home from daycare: feedings, bathings, entertaining, putting to bed. We watch too much television, and meals are catch as catch can. If Michael is awake, which he usually is between 4 p.m. and 8, 9, 10 p.m., he’s fussing and/or crying.
I wonder sometimes if it’s womb memories (if there are such things). Evenings when I was pregnant with M were hard for me, especially the first and third trimesters. The first I was too tired/nauseous; the third I was too tired/ungainly. So I was extra stressed trying to care for the kids on my own. If that has carried over to M and his attitude in the evenings, that sucks. And I am sincerely hoping it ends soon. Because doing the evenings with two kids and pregnant on my own was much easier than doing it with three kids, one of whom is crying inconsolably.
The good part about Michael and his crying ways is that I am spending a lot of time on the stability ball with him. He finds it soothing — a least for short periods of time. I am going to have a killer core!