Things since becoming a mom
I must say first of all…I do love being a mom. It’s my favorite job so far in life…and likely always will be. That being said…things have also changed here at home. Tristan is fussy about every other night….so Chris and I don’t get much sleep those nights. Tristan also want to nurse almost constantly when he’s around me. This makes getting much of anything done rather difficult. Needless to say…I do many things one handed (like typing this). Chris has been very sweet to make meals for me as well as do chores around the house for me. When Tristan does detach from me though… he wakes up and cries shortly after I put him down. He is very much a mama’s boy. I don’t mind too much though overall. I find showers are now a luxury I don’t get every day…and it revolves around when Tristan is asleep. It seems the moment I hand him off to Chris in the morning (while Tristan is still asleep) he wakes up when I go into the bathroom and starts crying. Poor Chris then has to wait with a crying baby until I get out and can take him again. So some morning I don’t get my shower…at least not in the morning before leaving. I really hope that Tristan will not cry the whole time he stays with babysitters in Feb. I will feel so bad for both them and my little boy.
Let’s see… funny things that have happened..
Tristan has been so attatched to my boob at times that he literally grabs a fistful of it in his little hand and holds on for dear life. Funny, but sometimes painful. He also falls sleep still attached to me. He will stay asleep if his head is still touching bare boob, but the moment I cover it up is the moment he wakes and gets fussy…only to nurse and fall right back asleep as before with in a short time.
Tristan is a sniper. He is skilled at peeing on both Chris and I and everything else. Chris and I are diligent to try and keep him covered so he doesn’t spray us…but he seems to always pick the moment when we are switch him over to the new diaper or some how figures how to pee on us from inside the diaper.
The night before last he managed to pee on me twice from inside his diaper (which wasn’t really all that dirty or wet before hand) and puke on me…within about an hours time. Not only did he get me, but also my bedding and a pillow. He’s talented.
Also a couple evenings ago he was getting changed by daddy when he did a really good surprise attack. Chris was wiping his tush when I see a yellow stream gush out… I jump back - immediately bursting into a fit of laughter - as Chris then realizes what is going on. I believe Tristan got Chris, his crib, the crib bumper, his onsie, his blanket, and a pillow. Chris has also been blessed with projectile poo a few days back (which got several things as well). It’s amazing how Tristan knows just when to let it out.
We have also discovered that Tristan does seems to like music and lights. He has a crib toy that generally entertains him (so long as he’s not super fussy already). He also likes his owl mobile which plays music. Today while he was a little fussy, I put him down and played a song I played while I was pregnant on the piano. He quieted down for the duration of the song (which was pretty short). I thought that was pretty neat.
I also love the fact that Tristan is staying awake more and more during the day time. Not that he isn’t so sweet when sleeping, but seeing him awake, alert, and not fussy is such a joy. Especially as he learns to use his facial muscles more. He makes some funny faces sometimes. Just staring into those little eyes is amazing. It’s a new connection that I wouldn’t miss for the world. I admit sometimes I marvel that Chris and I created such a wonderful new little being (even if he cries a lot too)! I know he will change so much in the next couple years…and it’s already been incredible to see how he has grown and changed in only two weeks. I am so thankful that I’ve been able to spend as much time as I have with him. I am also so happy that Chris has had paternity leave and has/will be able to watch Tristan while I go to class. It’s so hard to leave him…even for a couple hours. Next week will be tough since I will be gone longer from him each day. I mean…it’s nice to be away from the perspective of giving my boobs a rest. And sometimes to be away from the crying… but on the other hand.. I miss him while I am gone. I often wonder how he is doing, if he needs me (even though I know very well that his daddy has got things under control).
Well I am rambling…so time for me to call this post done.
Peace.