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Grow Up, M

So I belong to this group of mums who are in the same birth club as I am. Since everyone gave birth at almost the same time, our struggles often match even when they vary. We talk vaccines, diets and milestones. And yet, almost every mom thinks that their babies are growing up far too fast. I happen to also be the tiny minority of repeat moms. Almost every other woman is a first timer.

Me? 

I could not wait for Figlia to grow up fast enough.

I can't wait for M to get out of infancy. 

And then these feelings get amplified after two consecutive nights of disrupted sleep. Last night he slept at routine 7:40 pm-ish, but woke up half an hour later and did not sleep till almost midnight. And then, the night before he woke up 2;30 a.m.-ish and began to play! He slept only around 4 a.m.

Last night however, M's wakefulness made me spar with DH. 

DH was irritated about this guy's lack to desire to close his eyes, and I was upset because on normal nights, DH is awake at that time, either watching TV, or something on his laptop or sometimes doing office related work. So, if one day, it is the baby and not his recreational pursuit keeping him awake at that point of time, what is the big deal? 

But the worst between us blew up for other reasons too. I took a shower and went to bed at 9:30 p.m., when the baby was with DH in the living room. Grandparents are there, and I assumed someone will be there to take care. I was asleep, when DH woke me up to inform that the baby had pooped. My reaction was, "So?". I had been woken up because the baby had pooped? It is not like the diapers are in lock and key or that there are no adults who can wash dirty bums, right?

I did not rise from my bed. But then half an hour later, Mr. M began to get cranky. We again got him to bed, gave him milk and he showed signs of colic. As soon as we dealt with the colic, he became happy again, and started to play. 

By the time we reached bed, it was midnight. 

I do have a glamorous life.

Comments

  1. MrsSpock2 September 2015 at 19:11

    The infancy period is not my favorite. My girls are now sharing a room and keeping me up every night. Can't wait til everyone sleeps all night!

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  2. Sandhya2 September 2015 at 19:57

    I cannot believe you were awakened to deal with a diaper!! That is just ridiculous!! Good for you for not getting up.

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  3. areyoukiddingme2 September 2015 at 20:33

    Husbands! Argh! Also, Grandparents! I would have walked out, snatched the baby and said very loudly "I GUESS NO ONE ELSE AROUND HERE KNOWS HOW TO CHANGE A DIAPER." But I'm cranky like that and sometimes (when it can be very pointed) enjoy being passive aggressive. Your reaction was much better, but it didn't make EVERYONE feel guilty.

    And yes, my husband will also stay up til all hours working on stuff and yet was completely incapable of dealing with an awake infant at 3 am. He does sometimes, however, handle the 8 y.o. when she wakes up in the middle of the night.

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  4. Jos4 September 2015 at 19:07

    Ugh, that is one of my pet peeves when my husband wakes me up for a kid issue that he 100% should be able to handle himself. So annoying!

    I hope you get more consistent sleep soon. <3

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  5. AnotherDreamer5 September 2015 at 09:21

    I would have been so upset at having been woken for a poopy diaper when there were other capable adults around (one being the other parent). I get wanting to be out of the infancy stage. With V I was good with it being drug out, although I prefer the interaction stage. With the twins I could not wait for them to sit unassisted and walk.

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