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Here is the thing about having a newborn:
Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. Maybe it’s the crying. Maybe it’s just frazzled hormones left over from growing another person in your body.
But, whatever the reason… it makes you a little nutso.
Not in a bad way, necessarily. But in this way: If my child is crying, there is literally nothing on this earth that is allowed to get between me and me ability to make him stop.
Unfortunately… our freezer tried to.
Remember how our first grocery store trip was fraught with peril? Well, baby Bear is several weeks older at this point, and we’ve had a couple of successful trips in between. So, at the beginning of this week, I took him to the grocery store, once again.
And you know what? It was fine. He was fed and lulled to sleep by the drive over, and I spent a solid twenty five minutes grabbing things off the shelves, piling them into a cart, and then paying for them without a peep.
I was feeling quite proud of myself, to be honest.
But… then we got in the car to go home.
And let me throw in a bit of background here: I have a new car, which is very exciting, but it’s not a car that I’m familiar with — it has this push-button to start, which apparently doesn’t work if you haven’t properly closed the trunk, which is not a big deal in 99.9% of situations, but when you are sitting in a hot car with a newborn in the middle of a Texas summer and your car won’t start, you get a little frazzled. To put it mildly.
So, in case you haven’t guessed where this story is going… I couldn’t get my car to start.
And when it finally did, baby Bear’s grocery store nap was decidedly over.
Cool, ok, right? Five minutes home, I can put away the groceries and feed this little baby. Everything is fine, I told myself. How far can he devolve in five minutes?
Fast forward to our arrival home, at which point baby Bear is starting to scream in the carseat, telling me in the clearest possible way he can that he is hungry, RIGHT NOW, LADY.
But I still have a carload full of groceries — including a whole bag of frozen items that had already sat in my hot car long enough to start melting. And, obviously that’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened… but this girl loves her ice cream. Preferably unmelted.
So I decided to put the frozen stuff away, as fast as I possibly could. I’d made it all the way to the grocery store; I really didn’t want our ice cream in my car trunk for another an hour.
So I started.
And let me tell you, putting away a single bag of frozen food takes literally twenty seconds, but do you know what I managed to do in those twenty seconds?
Pull our freezer drawer off its hinges, and then dislocate the plastic cover.
Yes, I single handed-ly trashed an entire freezer drawer in twenty seconds.
Because the baby was crying.
Last week, we had a similar incident: Chad came into the baby’s room at night and realized that one of our curtain rods had been pulled halfway across the room. When he asked how I possibly used that much force to open a curtain, I looked at him helplessly: “The baby was crying.”
Because, you see, when that baby cries, I lose my mind a little. (A lot.)
And here’s the thing, you guys: I am not normally like this. I’m more of a laid-back, calm and relaxed, go with the flow type of person.
But when it comes to that baby crying? I am suddenly like a wild beast, tearing down everything in my path.
So, this is being a mom, I guess. Blissful newborn caretaker half the time; Godzilla the other.
Tags: baby · life
A few weeks before Bear arrived, a package arrived on our doorstep. Inside was a big box of baby skincare products from Noodle & Boo — which, I soon learned, is *the* luxury skincare baby product line. Like, if you are buying baby skincare products at Nieman Marcus and Saks, this is the line you are buying.
They were totally beautiful and I hadn’t really stocked up on baby bath stuff yet — so I figured I’d try them out. I’m very careful about what I put on his skin, and these satisfied all my requirements: hypoallergenic, great ingredients, and seemed like a quality product.
Bear didn’t like baths at first, so for our first two months, our bathtime ritual was more “please stop screaming, please stop screaming, please stop screaming” — not exactly a fun evening activity. I mostly tried to get them over with as quickly as possible, and spaced them out as much as I could. But eventually, as the weeks passed, he started to get used to it, and even sort of enjoy getting a nice warm bath. (It doesn’t sound so bad, right? I wish someone would give one to mom!)
So finally, one day, we had a bath that was completely without tears, and I finally thought for half a second about the products we were using. And I realized that I really liked them! He had never had a reaction to them, his skin had been really great (people commented on how quickly his baby acne cleared up — he only had it for a few days!), they lathered well, but rinsed off easily — all around, they’d been terrific.
And since his bath had gone so well, I decided to go a step further.
I broke out the baby lotion.
And oh. my. gosh.
I thought I liked the body wash, but the baby lotion is *amazing* in a way that basically transcends words.
It’s so soft, and it makes his skin so smooth. It has this incredibly delicious, very mild scent. It literally takes your sweet, clean baby up to an eleven in adorableness. I loved, loved, loved it.
So if you’re the type that goes for luxury baby skincare products (and, by luxury: it’s $14, so not exactly breaking the bank), please buy the lotion, because you will totally love it. You can thank me later!
Dear Baby Bear,
You are two months old! It’s astounding how much you’ve changed already — I find myself scrolling through old pictures, astonished at how much you’ve grown in just a few short weeks.
Physically! You went from the fourteenth percentile to the fiftieth in two months! I’m not at all surprised, since your appetite is no joke — but now that we’ve gotten used to breastfeeding , I’m hoping it’ll be smooth sailing from here. You’ve had one growth spurt after another for the last few weeks, and I’m so happy that you’re getting big and strong!
Emotionally! You started to smile this month, for real — not just the little gas-induced smiles that we saw in your first few weeks. It’s wonderful to give you kisses and watch your whole face light up, or to see you grin at the ceiling fan. (You love ceiling fans so much – I can’t believe I ever considered removing yours from your bedroom!)
Cognitively! You just started being interested in toys and books, and I know that this coming month will bring so much more development. It’s exciting to see you discover the world around you and I’ve loved learning the things you enjoy (the Baby Bear book, your octopus toy, and every musical instrument I can find). You recognize me and your dad now, and you’re even getting used to kisses from Rambo. (Yes, we let our puppy kiss our newborn baby. Don’t judge until you’ve tried keeping a nine-month puppy away from his new best friend.)
I’m overwhelmed by my love for you — but this month was harder than the first. For the first four weeks, I was so blissful about your arrival that nothing phased me — not getting up in the middle of the night, not changing diapers, not even when you had fussy periods or crying fits. But this month, I’ll admit… it was humbling. I’d always thought that people were exaggerating when they talked about just how much work a baby is… They weren’t.
I remember a few weeks before you were born, at lunch with a girlfriend, I said the following words: “People say being a mom is the hardest job in the world. There’s no way that’s true. I’m a lawyer. There is no way that being a mom is harder than practicing law.”
Oh, silly girl. They are completely, completely different, but in many ways, being a mom is much harder than practicing law. Who knew?
Here is the thing: I have never been more of a perfectionist about anything in my life (and I am a *huge* perfectionist) than I am about taking care of you. I have worked incredibly hard at many, many jobs and in school, but I have never been as motivated to be completely perfect as I am with anything that concerns you.
And you know what? It’s completely impossible to be perfect all the time, no matter how hard you try. I hate that I get panicked and frustrated when you cry, and I wish that I could be calm and serene and comforting for you, one hundred percent of the time. I hate that sometimes I am so tired in the middle of the night that I forget to give you kisses and tell you how much I love you. I hate that I went a full week without giving you a bath because you hated it so much that I just couldn’t bring myself to do something that I knew would make you cry — and so I didn’t. (You got wiped down with baby wipes and no-rise cleanser, don’t worry — it wasn’t too gross.) I am doing my best, and still, every single day, I wish that I could be doing even better.
But we’re learning, together. With every milestone you reach, I reach one of my own too. Slowly, I’m starting to understand your signals and trust my instincts, and each week gets a little easier.
I love you so very much. I had no idea how wonderful it would be to meet you, and how much joy you would bring to our lives — but I also had no idea how difficult it would be, how much patience and energy and willpower it would take. And I am trying, every day, to muster every ounce that I have of all those qualities, because I want nothing more than to make your babyhood as happy as it can possibly be.
I think we’re doing okay, you and I. So here’s to a happy, healthy, and completely wonderful Month Three.
With all my love,