That’s all I have to say right now-she’s mine. Had a wonderful weekend (well, not really). Photographed some sweet newborns. Got some really awesome newborn photography props-cocoons, hats, a hommock. Bbqed a lot. Stayed up late with first a sick baby, then a sick 6 year old. Spent a total of 8 hours staring off into space while my baby screamed in my face. Nothing could comfort her. Oh, well-occasionally Dora. Yes, I am actually in the middle of a fight with my husband at the moment because I let both of my sick children watch Dora while sick. Did I mention Adam was gone most of that time and they were SICK? You really gotta do what you gotta do. If he were here all day with a screaming baby, and tried to walk her in the sling, bounce her in the sling, sing to her, read books to her, talk to her, tell made up stories about wonderful magic lands to her-he would also either try 1) to pawn her off, or b) put on freaking Dora. It just is what it is.
Last night, I swear, I went a little crazy. I spent TWO HOURS trying to put Amelia down for her nap. Then, I got in my car to drive that little baby around to get her calm. Well. Adam drove my car last, and guess what? As soon as we got onto 28th street, the car stalled. Why? Adam left me on WAY below E. So we finally got back home, with yes, my still screaming baby, and I am done. That is more like DONE.
So, we had arranged for our wonderful neighbors to take the kids for our date night. And I am super fried by this time. You moms know exactly what I mean. Baby crying and screaming and fussy all day, with no help, and nothing that you can do to make them feel better. So, Adam was a half hour late. And in that half hour he became the devil. I kid you not. I had thoughts about screaming at him as long as Amelia had screamed at me. In his ear. (I weened Amelia 5 days ago, so the disclaimer here is that I *might* be a little hormonal and emotional at the moment).
Somehow, I managed to pull it together. I put on my pretty purple dress and swanky heels, actually brushed my hair and put on make up, and was ready to grab his arm as soon as he came in the door.
But, *just* as we were about to leave, Elijah started saying he had a headache. Sigh. Thermometer. 101.2. Ok, he is six years old, he can get through three hours and just watch a movie at the neighbors with a temp of 101.2.
I am so not that mom. I am the hold-you-til-you-all-well kinda mama. I am the type of mom that wakes up 9 times in the middle of the night when her kids are sick to feel their heads and make sure they are hydrated.
But last night, I was out. that. door.
We had a great dinner at the mexican restaurant in the 29th street mall (love the food but the margaritas are not up to par with a night of I-am-getting-a-break-for-two-hours-from-my-freaking-screaming-baby). Went and saw X-Men (which was awesome. I am a sci fi nerd, for sure). Had a nice walk. Then came home for a night of 103 temperatures and 2 hour sleep intervals. Someone please tell me I deserved those few hours out. I totally did. I did.
So poor Elijah has had a high fever all day. Cold compresses, tylenol, and yes, I did let him him watch Dora. Ok, so here is the real kicker. I had a newborn shoot this morning, so Adam took the kids for four hours. And what did they do the whole time? Watch tv. I kid you not. But, at some point, Adam decided that they should never watch television again. Ever. So, when it was my turn to take them, I read books with them, snuggled, baked a cake with them, made a wonderful dinner of sweet potatoes, peas, steak, pasta with carrots, red peppers, spinach, mushrooms, balsamic vinegar, walnuts, and mozzarella cheese. And, after getting up every two minutes, and not being able to eat my OWN meal because Elijah was delirious and so tired and crying, I chose to take him inside and put on a movie so I could EAT. Finally. So now we are fighting because I let my child watch a 20 minute episode of Dora. And now you know the sordid details of my marital drama.
I figure it is totally worth sharing, because it is what is real. If you do not have these kinds of fights-especially when your babies are sick and you are both fried from no sleep and giving nonstop all day, then you are not being honest. This is what is it to be a parent. And to all my newborn clients out there-prepare yourself for those sick days. It is better to know how hard it is than to believe all the people that make it seem like a breeze. The sweet moments outweigh it all, more than a million times over, but believe me, when you are in the thick of it with sick children+no sleep, it is painful. Let’s be real.
xoxo stacey
ps-Adam really is a truly wonderful dad. I weened Amelia on Tuesday morning and he has been putting her to bed and sleeping with her and waking up severeal times a night with her since. He is simply amazing, other than the I-will-let-the-kids-watch-tv-ALL-day-but-it-is-unacceptable-for-YOU-to-fiasco.
I just need to get it out sometimes.
