But most times he is content, regarding his surroundings with what seems a contemplative silence. Other times we are rewarded with cheery gurgles, his goat-like laughter, and a toothless grin.
I thought I was tired before. I am exhausted beyond belief now. It has gotten to the point where I just sink down on the floor of the shower and cry. There is no shame in admitting this; believe me, pregnancy and motherhood have both taught me the importance of letting the waterfall loose. I read somewhere that it releases extra hormones that can't make a faster exit any other way. I'm rather high strung so this is quite the discovery and a solution far cheaper than a shrink especially when I find I'm coping anyway.
We have learned most of his cues for each need and his preferences. Sometimes this changes each day and they get rather strange, funny, even a little annoying some times.
My favourite has got to be the discovery of his fist and how he stuffs a thumb or finger alternately in his mouth as though to check which best to self-soothe with. I'm rather keen for him to learn that so I can share pacifying duties with his hand.
This week he has discovered how much fun it is to use Mama as bed. I have been able to write this entry as a result; he wakes me every hour for a feed and pacifying. I, meantime, have a headache, my back hurts, and my arms have each had a turn playing bolster pillow. Have I mentioned this incredible hunger and need for a run to the bathroom?
Oh I know I assigned today as "Work Wednesday" and yes, no matter the arguments to either side, I consider this work and I consider it very hard work, comparable to any hard work that can be imagined. I blogged before about having a demanding boss; he has been upgraded to demanding AND needy. As is typical of his age.
I'll complain every now and then. But I love every minute of it.
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