Well, it's official. Kayla and I have been on our own for almost 36 hours now and, believe it or not, all is well! I have to admit that I was dreading having Chris gone for three days. I can't even really explain what it was I was worried about. It's not like Kayla and I aren't always alone during the day and it's not like I'm not typically the one who gets up with her anytime she wakes during the night and yet...I think it was knowing that if she had a really bad day (Banshee Baby) there was no relief to be had. Luckily (knock on wood), things have gone really well so far. Kayla was fabulous all day yesterday, slept pretty darned well last night (Mommy had insomnia...seriously, how do you have insomnia when you have a newborn wearing you out 24/7? Stupid overactive brain.), and has been pretty pleasant today (though she was, once again, not loving Baby Yoga by the end of the 45 minutes). In fact, yesterday, despite my torturing her for most of the day, she smiled, cooed and generally put up with my nonsense without complaint. I started off yesterday by making her entertain herself forEVER while I sat on the phone with the travel agent. Twenty minutes on hold to be hung up on. Then, 20 minutes on hold to get no answer. Then...and so on and so on. And then once I finally got off the phone with the travel agency, it started all over again with the airlines. Trying to accomplish such painfully long phone sessions with an infant on your lap...not easy. Believe it or not, Kayla has even less patience for the idiotic phone representatives than I do. But, she let me get accomplished what I needed to and then she continued to be a trooper while I dragged her around the mall for three hours. That's right, three hours. I know, I am a terrible, terrible mother. But, listen...I have to go to another family wedding this weekend and while I had been planning on being good and just wearing a dress that was already hanging in my closet, I sort of forgot about the fact that while most of me is back to its original size, somethings are now serving as storage containers for baby food and, shockingly, do not exactly fit into their old clothing homes. Doh. So, when I encountered this problem last month, I managed to locate one dress in my closet that would still work and, like a good money-saving new mother, wore it. Of course, Kayla then decided that me wearing an old dress was SO boring and she drooled milk all over it, leaving it pretty much a no-go for this wedding. Silk + baby = laughable plan. Hence, my need to go look for a dress yesterday. To make the story of her tolerating our trip to the mall even more impressive, when we finally got out to the mall I realized that I had neglected to bring her stroller. Double doh. So, she wound up being trapped in the Baby Bjorn for the three hours. Now, you are probably wondering, "How does one try on clothes with a baby strapped to their chest?" The answer is, you don't. The answer is that you make a makeshift bed out of your changing pad and burp cloth and every time you go into a dressing room, you carefully place your precious bundle down on said "bed" and make googly eyes and sounds at them, hoping that your cheerful demeanor will trick them into thinking that this is actually a fun outing and not just mommy's terrible terrible idea. But, hey, it somehow worked! Kayla laid there contently, smiling up at me or staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Why she tolerated that, but will not tolerate even so much as 5 minutes in her bouncy chair today is beyond me. Babies...can't live with 'em...But no, I can't complain. I even managed to try on a pair of shorts with her still hooked into the Baby Bjorn towards the end of the day. Who is a pro-mom now??
Today has been a pretty good day too, so far. This morning we had to get up and get moving so that we could make it to Starbucks in time to meet a friend pre-Baby Yoga. This new friend has a baby who was born on the same day as Kayla, so we're hoping to be able to commiserate/compare notes on 9 Week and 5 day old babies soon. I have to say that little Anna held up much better than Kayla did in class today. Kayla started out looking like she was going to be a champ, but unfortunately, she just is not a fan of any of the big roller-coaster-esque moves that happen later in class and by the third "Whoosh" move, she was done. I'm trying to convince her that sudden movements that make your stomach lurch up into your throat are actually fun, but so far she's not buying it. She did make it to the end of class without falling asleep though and then was a very good girl and passed out for over an hour while Mommy went to lunch with another woman from class. Now she is passed out asleep in her bed, hopefully down for a decent nap and Mommy is headed into the office to actually get some work done. Yes, Mommy sat down to write in the blog first - naughty Mommy. I can't help it, my priorities are all out of whack these days. Must...refocus...
Anyway, fingers crossed that all continues to go well today and tonight and that we are shockingly well-rested and settled when Daddy gets home late tomorrow night.
Lots of other stories to tell, but now I really do need to go focus on that for which I am paid. If anyone wants to start paying me to do this, I am all for a change of careers...let me know and I'll send you my paypal account info. :)
No, for real...let me know.
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