oooh THIS is what they were talking about!

The hubby and I had one of our first baby insanity nights. It was an evening that ended with us talking about how grateful we are that our baby never had colic because if having colic was any indication of what last night was, but on a re-occurring basis, we have SERIOUS empathy for parents with babies with colic. Or single moms. I immediately thought of a girlfriend who has a husband who travels out of town for a week at a time and I felt badly for her. It was probably the first time that I really felt like I knew what people were talking about when they said "having a baby is hard work" because up until this moment, we'd of course had some stressful moments, but nothing that spanned an entire evening like last night.

Le bebe had a major meltdown last night. Scratch that. He had like 5 MAJOR meltdowns last night! I didn't think I'd be writing consistently about being a mommy or having a baby, but seeing as though that is practically the only thing my life involves these days (that and washing bottles and teeny tiny clothes) that is what you're gonna get. deal.

Being a first time parent brings all sorts of brand new territory. You fill your little head with ideas about how you will raise, discipline, teach, etc your new little person. Well....last night I told hubby during meltdown number 1 that "he can't be hungry! He just had 4 ounces not even an hour and a half ago!!" and hubby said he was going to warm some water on the stove "just in case". brilliant idea because we fed le bebe 1.5 ounces about 30 mins later (in reality, it was about 5 minutes, but felt like 30). Le bebe fell asleep and we said "phew!" to each other and I wisely said "I just know he's going to sleep until at LEAST 10 now! He's exhausted after that meltdown and eating that little bit extra"

Not so

Approximately an hour later, le bebe awoke from his slumber, and REFUSED to go to bed. Meltdown number 2 commenced. We tried teething tablets, changing his diaper, rocking, singing, pacing, ooh! the pacing is working! , NO! IT'S NOT!!!!!!!, bouncing, going outside...anything! Hubby asked - "should we feed him again??" and I, wise beyond my mothering years responded "I'm not going to let him force us to feed him when he JUST ate! He's just tired - I know it" I had just pumped liquid gold while he was snoozing, so we gave him another ounce and a half promptly 5 minutes after I had just declared my previous stance. and zzzzzzzzzzz away le bebe went to la la land. I immediately said "may be he's going through a growth spurt. D said Shea went through a MAJOR one at 4 months". We agreed. It's a major growth spurt. Even though that's our excuse for his excessive eating every other week. But he's a boy - and he's constantly growing, so may be he IS going through a growth spurt..a constant spurt..yaaaa that's it....

I sat there with the most precious angel in my arms and just stared at him. How could something so precious get SO MAD? I suppose it's because he can't talk yet to tell mommy just what he needs and he hasn't quite picked up the sign language that we've been working on either, but hey - it's only been a few months! haha! High expectations much?!?!

Anyway - I guess it wasn't FIVE meltdowns, but it sure felt like it. When I woke le bebe for his last feeding of the night, I said to the hubby - I think that exhausted me just as much as it did him! He concurred. The same was true for all of us. We all slept like babies until 5am.

Let's hope the same routine doesn't happen today.