I don't really know how to begin this post, other than by warning you that it's simply going to be a rant about things going on in our house right now. It's not going to be pretty or funny, but it's life right now. And, I somehow feel compelled to throw out a few blog posts about how rotten things are just because 1)it's our life, and I want to remember it all. Even the uber crummy parts. And 2)I have nothing else to blog about.
You know how my last post referred to Levi as a "somewhat colicky baby"? Yeah, that has shifted to "Super Duper Colicky Baby" now. (Yes, he even requires the capital letters.) Levi cries. A lot. He cries for long periods of time (last night, it was 9:50pm until 12:05am), and there is nothing I can do about it. If you're a mother, you know how heart-breaking it is to know that your baby needs something when you're unable to provide it. If you're not a mother, you know how stinkin' annoying a screaming baby is. We've tried it all; I'm getting to be a pro at the old "bounce and shush" routine! I swaddle, I rock, I sing, I pace the floor at 4am. Nothing. We've spent over $30 on gripe water and colic tablets and gas drops. We're exhausted, and so is the poor little guy.
Obviously, all of this is not Levi's fault--it's not anybody's fault (which, admittedly, is frustrating at 2am when I really want to blame someone!). He's not being purposefully difficult, and when he's not in pain from gas bubbles, he really is a pleasant baby! But still, we're tired, and he's miserable so very often.
Oh, and I have a cold now. I've spent the past several days with my nose in the tissue box, and now I can feel a sore throat making its way in. Losing my voice would eliminate the one single activity that I can do with Nate on a regular basis (reading a story while nursing a baby), so I'm praying to avoid that. Thankfully, nobody else in the house has caught my sickness [yet], primarily the littlest one.
So, rather than just the regular difficulties of a new mom (you know, showering every three days, and being covered in spit-up and poo on a regular basis), these are the struggles of here and now. I've whined and complained plenty to my husband (just in case he missed the screaming baby in our bedroom last night), and now I've vented here. It makes me feel better--even if it makes you cringe. It is what it is, and all I can do is continue to do what I'm doing. It's a struggle, but we will get through it! Know how I know? Because Levi smiled at me yesterday! Real baby smiles for his momma! Happy Friday!
In other news, before publishing this post, I took a quick break to change an enormously disgusting diaper. And, while washing my hands afterward, discovered that our water line is full of air and brown-tinted water. Ugh. C'mon, positive attitude, stay for the weekend!
