Why is it that I read all these mommy blogs and very few (I can’t think of any) talk about how damned hard it is to parent a newborn. Yes, I’ve known about the sleepless nights. But what about when your newborn is already 6 weeks old and he’s crying his eyes out and he can’t be soothed no matter what the F* you do.
Diaper clean. Check. Baby fed. Check. Baby burped. Check. STILL CRYING, CRYING, CRYING. Check, Check, Check.
I was flabbergasted when friends told us that this is the perfect time to take the baby to a movie. They’ve either: 1) lost touch with reality, 2) forgotten their early parenting experience, or 3) given birth to mutants. We can barely leave the house; we’re so fearful the baby will start screaming his head off. One of the few things I’ve been able to enjoy is watching the World Cup games while rocking him nonstop. Even then, he’s still fussy and on the verge of wailing.
Dean posts all these great photos of the baby on Facebook. Franco cooing. Franco smiling. But let’s be real. Most of the time, Franco is crying!
We’ve done it all: rocked, sssshhhhh’d, swaddled, middle of the night car rides, vibrating rock n’ play. Oh and this kid is part feline. He hates taking a bath. Dip his toe in nice warm water and he will start screaming his head off. 6 weeks old and only a handful of baths. He reeks, I tell you.
Everyone is telling us it gets better. I’d like to know how soon!