We have survived six weeks so far. How are we doing? I went to IKEA a couple of weeks ago, with my mom and the two little guys. I had H in a sling and A in the cart with my mom. I get in the elevator and this lady gets in and she has a baby carseat with the whole carseat cover on it. She asks how old A is; I answered, "21 months." She looked at me and the baby and then back at A. She said, "You are much braver than me; my oldest is 3 years old." I smiled and nodded and thought to myself, "Welcome to my new reality".
This is it, folks. This is my life. Would I change it? I am not sure, but it is too late now. As my MIL would say, "This is just how it is". No need to regret it or any wishful thinking. Just a "forward momentum" kind of attitude. Some days I don't think I deal with it, usually when the sleep deprivation gets too much or the postpartum hormones get too out of whack. Some days it's like "Wow, that went really well." Most of the time I get through the day somewhat intact with two children somewhat intact as well. I try not to think about it too hard and just take it as it comes. It can be overwhelming otherwise. There are moments like yesterday when I managed to get both children to the children's museum downtown and back. Other than a lost baby booty, I think it went over really well.
On days when the baby sleeps better everything else goes much better. A is happier and watches less TV, and more housework and dinner get done. Six weeks is supposed to be some kind of magic turning point for colic so I hope things can only get better. I prefer colic to high needs because colic ends, high needs babies do not. I am looking for the end in sight and my sleep to come back. Besides, I have lots of craft projects waiting somewhat impatiently to be done, and that won't happen until I get my sleep back.
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