Three months ago tonight we were in the hospital. I was in bed recovering while my new baby screamed and screamed. We didn't know what to do and were freaked out as new parents, so we called the nurse and she took him to the nursery. A few hours later she brought him back and said they had called the pediatrician in because they couldn't get him to calm down in the nursery. The doctor's diagnosis: Spencer was just angry about something.
The state of the union three months later - I'm recovering from a root canal I had earlier today which was perhaps more traumatic for me than giving birth, but without the payoff. Spencer is talking/screaming/crying tonight when he's not eating his hand. We're not quite as freaked out by the screams, but we sometimes don't know any more than that doctor what he's trying to tell us. We just wish we had one of those buzzers to call a nurse to help us so we could get some sleep. (Wouldn't that be lovely?)
Though our baby is of course perfect in every way, he does have a very delicate belly which I have set off by something I've been eating. Our relative calm (and to some degree our confidence) has been shattered as we deal with reflux issues that we thought had been solved weeks ago. One thing we've learned is that as parents you can never claim to have figured something out - because that's just when things are going to change.
This is the start of my third week back at work. It's gone smoothly so far, but my life feels like a delicately balanced juggling act like could tilt dangerously to either side at any moment. There just aren't enough hours in the day. I usually leave work in a hurry to get home before the nanny leaves with things unfinished that I would have liked to do. When I get home, there's no such thing as doing work once the baby is in bed because once he finally decides to sleep, it's in my arms, so we must go to sleep together (which is probably a good thing for me).
But, now to the good stuff. Life with Spencer gets better each day even in spite of the current trying times. I can't even describe how good it feels to see him smile when he hears my voice. He can be mid-cry and see me or hear me and show me a big gummy smile. And I can only hope he can feel and understand even half how much his dad and I love him. Because that's a whole lotta love.
Yay for Spence and Mommy and Daddy! Happy three month birthday to all of you -- here's hoping Spence feels better soon and all goes well!
Posted by: b | January 30, 2007 at 02:14 PM