So to expand on this post from yesterday, I did think of some things well-meaning folks have said to me the most. Two things, actually.
“It gets better!”
“This too shall pass.”
Regarding the latter, I’m so sick of that phrase that it’s about replaced “it is what it is” and “here’s the thing” in my Lexicon of Most Annoying Obvious Phrases Popular in Current American Culture. Although presumably if it’s related to Buddhism or mindfulness or whatever (I have no earthly idea if that’s true), it’s been around — and popular — a lot longer than current pop culture, or America.
So I am aware and informed that Baby E’s fussiness will get either better or pass, like a screaming and miserable red-faced kidney stone. I await this lovely passing with bated breath. I do believe it’s coming, too. The other night we gave him his first real bath, in his blue baby tub, instead of a sponge bath. (We were doing the sponge baths on the advice of the NICU nurses, because he seemed to dislike bathtime so much, and would scream and cry throughout. Although once we got him home, he screamed and cried throughout the sponge baths, too, poor little guy. We got very quick at doing them.)
We put the baby tub into the regular bathroom tub, A. held him and I knelt down to guide him in and wash him. We put his toes in first, and oh! The look on his little face! Normally Baby E has greeted any new or unfamiliar sensation with a Beaker mouth and crying. But the warm water on his feet must’ve felt great, because he opened his eyes wide (curiously, not glazed/staring, and it’s sad that we know the difference, isn’t it?) and then he relaxed immediately. He let us pour warm water over him and bathe him gently and coo over him. He only cried at the end, when we took him out. I think it was one of the first times I felt like we did something properly as parents. Then he slept for a blessed five and a half hours, followed by a nursing session, followed by four more hours. Though that may have been due to his general lack of sleeping the day before, where he went down and up and nursed every hour all morning and part of the afternoon.
It IS getting better, I think.
In other news, I believe I’m learning better not to piss away time. Things I’m currently working on while the baby sleeps:
– short story
– crockpot chicken with dumplings, recipe from the great Budget Bytes
One of these is not like the other. One of these is also done.