Well, the Munchkin turned five weeks old yesterday. I almost can’t believe it — I feel as though I’ve missed a lot in the last five weeks simply from lack of sleep, and that makes me sad.
What makes me sadder is knowing that I’ll have to go back to work at least part time in just a couple of weeks. What else am I going to miss while I’m at the office every day? (Aside from the tantrums when I’m not holding him the way he wants me to, anyway.)
These five weeks definitely haven’t been without their challenges, though, and I’m not sure I’d go through them again for all the money in the world. With the shop opening, Southern Honey has barely been home at all, and when he has been, it’s mostly been to sleep. That’s left me picking up the slack with the Munchkin, all the time. And the poor Munchkin has been dealing with some hideous gas issues that have left him crying for hours on end (there was one night where he screamed for six hours in an eight-hour stretch). If it weren’t for my mom alternately babysitting him and letting the two of us stay at her house on nights when Southern Honey worked third shift, I would have gone completely around the bend, and that’s not hyperbole. I don’t know how single moms do it!
The Munchkin’s current thing, now that his weekend bout with gas, probably brought on by the formula my mom gave him on Saturday, is over, is refusing to be put down unless he’s asleep. Seriously, if I go to set him in his vibrating bouncy thing at the wrong moment, it’s meltdown city. And you can forget about the Boppy. Or the crib. Or the play yard. If it’s not close to body heat, he doesn’t want anything to do with it most of the time.
This includes going to sleep and staying asleep, too. I’m only able to type this because he finally fell asleep deeply enough for me to put him down without waking him. And I just realized I put him down on top of my breast pump tubes, so I’m going to have my work cut out for me trying to get to them so I can pump while he’s out.
Breastfeeding definitely complicated things. I had to start pumping early on to stimulate my supply and to start stocking up. When he was eating every two hours and I was by myself, this basically meant I was hooked up via the boob to something just about all the time. I barely ate or slept, and it took me less than two weeks to find myself back down below my weight when I got pregnant, only not in a good way.
Now he’s eating about every three hours during the day and every four or more (!) at night on good nights, and I’m exclusively pumping — he wasn’t getting enough even during hour-long breastfeeding sessions going back and forth between breasts, and it had the added bonus of making him gassy as all get-out. So I’m hooked up to something quite a bit, but it’s not as bad as it was before. Although it is harder to pump when I’m here by myself with him. At night, Southern Honey feeds him while I pump out the next meal, and we manage to get back to bed quite a bit quicker as long as the Munchkin is ready to go back to sleep (he was not after his 7:45 feeding this morning).
Despite all that, I wouldn’t trade him for the world. Ask me again next week after our road trip for my little brother’s graduation, though. My opinion may have changed. *laughs*