We are on Day 13 and it’s been rough going over here. TWO has horrible colic, and I am hanging by a thread. We are working to find a solution, but until we find the right formula …
I am hanging by a thread.
Did I already say that?
I have been sleeping in 3-hour stretches. The rest of my time seems to be spent holding TWO and trying to soothe his inconsolable crying, or telling ONE to stop doing such-and-such. Today I didn’t brush my teeth or eat anything until well after noon. During one of TWO’s crazy crying spells, I tried to put on the Moby Wrap and failed miserably. Harmony + Moby Wrap + Screaming Infant = EPIC FAIL.
When my mother-in-law returned from taking ONE on an outing, I had to get out of the house. It’s amazing what a shower, some makeup, and a trip to Starbucks can do for a girl. I went to the baby store, bought an infant carrier that you slip on and snap, listened to Maroon Five and FELT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON.
Thank goodness for mother-in-laws and mothers. I would have definitely lost my mind by now without their help. I know it will get better. Until then, I am clinging to the little things that remind me that while I am now a mother of two, I am also a real person. Neglecting that fact would spell disaster for us all.