I don't know how people raised kids before the internet came along and gave us something to bide the time at 2am when the baby wants to eat and you want to sleep. Just sitting in a chair, usually one that ROCKS to help put the baby to sleep but hello, that motion puts everyone to sleep, in a dark room with a small hot body attached to you is no way to try and stay awake.
Last night was not a great one. I have no problem, yet, with being up at all hours to feed Matilda. When she's nursing, she's so sweet and peaceful. The night before last, when the nursing started at 1am and pretty much lasted all morning, I took her downstairs and set up shop on the couch with the laptop. Was easy. But last night. Last night, I fed her and left her with Niclas while I tried to get a head-start on some sleep. He brought her upstairs an hour later and the SCREAMING WAILING THRASHING AROUND began. She was acting like the Hungry Man's All Day Breakfast would not tide her over till brunch. SHE WAS STARVING. But would not take my boob HYSTERICAL THRASHING FIST AND FEET OF FURY. Anything I did to calm her was temporary. Once she was quiet, she'd start rooting again and then would refuse to eat and OMG WHAT IS GOING ON. I was wracking my brain. We had salad for dinner! It had onions in it which I tried to pick out but I can taste them I ATE RAW ONIONS AND SHE HATES THEM. So I had Niclas whip up some formula because I'd rather have her full then starving, even if formula does smell disgusting and ruins her Fresh Baby Scent.
She put up with a bit from an eye dropper, but didn't seem that interested so back to the boob except of course SHE WOULD NOT TAKE IT for more than a few minutes at a time HYSTERICAL OVER HERE. During one lull in the hysteria, Niclas took her temperature and changed her diaper, all with her on me. No fever, now clean diaper and STILL HYSTERICAL.
The learning curve for new parents is about as steep as it is for newborns. The first night home with her was embarrassing. We were so inept I can't even tell you about it. Last night, I was trying to fix a problem when it turns out there might not have been a problem to fix and maybe I just need to get some earplugs so she doesn't burst my eardrums when she is HYSTERICAL in my arms with the fist and feet of fury.
She'll be a week old tonight, and I was not aware that that was old enough for The Crank to set in. THE INTERNET LIED TO ME. Because I thought we had a few weeks before she established her Hysterical Time, last night threw me. Obviously, I prefer it when she's calm:
But if I did that all day, I'd probably have to scream it out once in a while too.
P.S. Photos of her for the month of February can be found here.
P. P. S. I've been calling her Fist of Fury? And before she was born, I was calling her Mrs. Bruce Lee? And I did not even realize that Fist of Fury IS A BRUCE LEE MOVIE. OMG WE'VE BRED THE REINCARNATION OF BRUCE LEE.
*excited*
