Surviving
We made it through Thanksgiving. I baked cookies. I was really proud of them and, I guess, that was my mistake; Adam sat on them while getting Nora out of her car seat at his mother's house. They were ruined before anyone could see them. Because Adam sat on the cookies, even though they were wrapped in cellophane, no one would eat them. Four dozen cookies and four hours of my time wasted.
It was like a giant metaphor for the way I feel about my whole life these days.
Nora did pretty well with the change of scenery. I was surprised, but she handled the four barking chihuahuas very well. In fact, Karma, the new little puppy, became her buddy. They made a lovely pair, sitting on Adam's lap trying to chew on one another. Too bad I didn't think to take a single photo.
Sometimes I spend too much time thinking about the things I'm doing wrong as a parent and sometimes the things I've chosen to do work out all on their own. I've been so nervous about my baby lead approach to breastfeeding, naps, attention, etc., but it's working out. Despite several people telling me I was creating bad habits, Nora seems to be flourishing. She's recently started sleeping through the night, skipping her night feeding all together. I didn't change anything about our nighttime ritual, but she's changed things. I didn't even have to get up to soothe her back to sleep last night. It's taken some time, but it feels like she's learning to trust me and Adam.
Yes, I'm a dork. I think that the key to a happy baby, for me, is establishing trust early on. I know that babies are dependent on us from birth, but I don't feel that they come out trusting and loving us. We have to prove to them that we are worthy of love and they manage to settle down. Is that totally hippie? Maybe.
So, yes, that seems to have worked out for me, but I see potential problems ahead. I have no plan of action for them, yet. I want to give myself a little bit more time to get to know Nora and figure out what might work for her.
Adam claims that he's handling this really rocky patch of the year very well, but he doesn't seem to notice that he's being sort of mean. He's been picking on me nearly constantly. He thinks that he's being funny, but he's been hitting below the belt. Little zingers once in a while is part of our dynamic, but Adam's been stretching to make a joke. And the jokes he's been making are entirely at my expense. It's bumming me out.
I'm trying to brush it all off, but it's hard. Every time I get my confidence back up he's taking another whack at me. It's making me not want to spend any time with him, which is unfortunate because he's the only person I see these days.
Other than that I'm doing all right.
It was like a giant metaphor for the way I feel about my whole life these days.
Nora did pretty well with the change of scenery. I was surprised, but she handled the four barking chihuahuas very well. In fact, Karma, the new little puppy, became her buddy. They made a lovely pair, sitting on Adam's lap trying to chew on one another. Too bad I didn't think to take a single photo.
Sometimes I spend too much time thinking about the things I'm doing wrong as a parent and sometimes the things I've chosen to do work out all on their own. I've been so nervous about my baby lead approach to breastfeeding, naps, attention, etc., but it's working out. Despite several people telling me I was creating bad habits, Nora seems to be flourishing. She's recently started sleeping through the night, skipping her night feeding all together. I didn't change anything about our nighttime ritual, but she's changed things. I didn't even have to get up to soothe her back to sleep last night. It's taken some time, but it feels like she's learning to trust me and Adam.
Yes, I'm a dork. I think that the key to a happy baby, for me, is establishing trust early on. I know that babies are dependent on us from birth, but I don't feel that they come out trusting and loving us. We have to prove to them that we are worthy of love and they manage to settle down. Is that totally hippie? Maybe.
So, yes, that seems to have worked out for me, but I see potential problems ahead. I have no plan of action for them, yet. I want to give myself a little bit more time to get to know Nora and figure out what might work for her.
Adam claims that he's handling this really rocky patch of the year very well, but he doesn't seem to notice that he's being sort of mean. He's been picking on me nearly constantly. He thinks that he's being funny, but he's been hitting below the belt. Little zingers once in a while is part of our dynamic, but Adam's been stretching to make a joke. And the jokes he's been making are entirely at my expense. It's bumming me out.
I'm trying to brush it all off, but it's hard. Every time I get my confidence back up he's taking another whack at me. It's making me not want to spend any time with him, which is unfortunate because he's the only person I see these days.
Other than that I'm doing all right.
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