So, having a baby is hard work. I guess most of you know that, but going from very pregnant and dreaming about cute baby things to being responsible for a tiny little person 24/7 is a big adjustment.
And because of the flood at Robert’s office, Stockton and I have had a lot of quality time on our hands, or to be more precise, on the boob. I am pretty sure that he eats for about 20 hours a day.
After about a week or so, Stockton began to sleep for longer stretches at night, which meant that I got to sleep for maybe 3 hours at a time instead of 1 or 2. But starting last Thursday night, Stockton decided that he likes to eat way more than sleep, so the past several days have been very long.
But, I slept a little last night while Robert watched Stockton and this morning the rain lulled the little man to sleep for a bit longer, so feeling somewhat refreshed and really in need of a change of scenery, I decided to venture out with the little guy all by myself.
So, I feed Stockton, changed his diaper, and got him dressed for the day. That took a little over an hour. Then I put him in the swing in our bathroom so that I could shower and get dressed. This was a big accomplishment over yesterday, when Stockton spent the majority of the day in his diaper after having a blowout and I spent the day in a robe, since Stockton demanded to eat as soon as I got out of the shower.
Luckily, today, the hairdryer kept him calm and so getting showered and ready wasn’t too bad until I had to try and find clothes to fit over my flabdomen. One problem with having maternity tops that accentuate your tummy is now I no longer want my tummy to be accentuated but my regular tops don’t fit too well because my boobs are so freaking large! Arughhhh!
Anyway, after getting myself ready, I rounded up some things to return to Target, remembered to get some checks for the bank into the diaper bag, collected my cell phone, buckled Stockton into his car seat, grabbed all of our gear and got it all loaded into the car. I have to admit, I was feeling pretty successful at this point.
Then, the car wouldn’t start. No, I am not kidding. I wish I was. I about had a melt down, but instead, I sent my loving husband a text message and he came and rescued us. I guess when you don’t drive your car for a few weeks, it decides not to work for you.
We got the car jumped off and started and then we ventured out for a healthy lunch at 5 Guys. After Robert went back to work, Stockton and I went to the bank and to Target. And since I was already pushing my luck on the amount of time spent away from the boob, I figured we better head back home.
So, I guess after all was said and done, we did actually make it out of the house. Hopefully our lunch date tomorrow will be a bit easier.