We've been parents to two children for two weeks now and I have something to share.
I had completely forgotten about how much wee babies like to be awake at horrid hours of the night. I suppose it might've been an omen of sorts when on the night she came we did not sleep at all. The Boy had a marvelous time though, he was helping to do laundry and playing with his Aunt and Gramma. He was only running off of maybe two hours sleep but it did not slow him down in the least.
Ah, youth.
While I am tired, I do have an entirely different perspective on the situation. Between the two children I've gained more patience in some aspects of my life but I've found I'd lost it in others. These last two weeks I did snap at my family and was depressed, still am a little but that is something that can be worked on. What I am finding more patience with is with the crying.
You see, with the Boy I had never really handled babies, never changed a diaper, fed them or tried to calm one. His was a steep learning curve and I can remember on more than one occasion getting angry enough with his crying to hit something. Never him, but usually a wall or something else. He was a loud baby and I can still remember getting sick to the gut with anger when there seemed to be nothing I could do to calm him. Remembering it makes me more than a little sad.
I have found with the Girl, so far, that I don't get angry or concerned. I just talk and eventually, so far, it has worked. Fingers crossed.
I am trying hard not to get angry or sad with being tired. I don't like being angry and over the last week I've been trying some different methods of countering that rising red sea. My family doesn't need me angry and I feel awful when I do become so. They don't deserve it and I don't need it.
I had completely forgotten about how much wee babies like to be awake at horrid hours of the night. I suppose it might've been an omen of sorts when on the night she came we did not sleep at all. The Boy had a marvelous time though, he was helping to do laundry and playing with his Aunt and Gramma. He was only running off of maybe two hours sleep but it did not slow him down in the least.
Ah, youth.
While I am tired, I do have an entirely different perspective on the situation. Between the two children I've gained more patience in some aspects of my life but I've found I'd lost it in others. These last two weeks I did snap at my family and was depressed, still am a little but that is something that can be worked on. What I am finding more patience with is with the crying.
You see, with the Boy I had never really handled babies, never changed a diaper, fed them or tried to calm one. His was a steep learning curve and I can remember on more than one occasion getting angry enough with his crying to hit something. Never him, but usually a wall or something else. He was a loud baby and I can still remember getting sick to the gut with anger when there seemed to be nothing I could do to calm him. Remembering it makes me more than a little sad.
I have found with the Girl, so far, that I don't get angry or concerned. I just talk and eventually, so far, it has worked. Fingers crossed.
I am trying hard not to get angry or sad with being tired. I don't like being angry and over the last week I've been trying some different methods of countering that rising red sea. My family doesn't need me angry and I feel awful when I do become so. They don't deserve it and I don't need it.
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