That’s how you feel when haven’t slept regularly in three days.
\nThat’s exactly how I felt in the days right after we left the
\nhospital. Frazzled.<\/p>\n
Little Cambell and his parents both were adjusting. Cambell was
\nadjusting from mom’s womb to our room. Mom was adjusting to the
\neverlasting demand that comes with breast feeding; he’s a hungry
\nlittle fella. Dad was surrounded in dirty daipers and laundry.
\nSleep came in short and sporadic spurts for all of us.
\nFrazzled is definitely the word for which I was searching.<\/p>\n
But frazzled doesn’t describe the current state of affairs –
\nnot exactly anyway. The complaints and hardships of those
\nfirst couple of days seem like a close but distant memory.
\nIt feels odd to mention them now. I noted them days ago,
\nduring a time when I certainly felt a bit rough around the edges.
\nNow, on a more or less full night of sleep
\nmy hardships seem a bit empty. On the other hand, all of it
\nis still rather true (I have a pile of clothes downstairs to
\nprove it). Things have settled down quite a bit.<\/p>\n
Cambell has been blessedly sleepy during the night. He
\nwakes every night around the hours of 1 and 4 am. He feeds for
\na half hour or so and goes back to bed. My kidless friends
\nwill shriek in horror at my happy attitude. He get’s up
\nwhen? My fellow parents will likely turn green with envy.
\nThis, in my new parenting world, constitutes a “good night’s
\nsleep”. Wake up, change a diaper, give him a bottle or
\nboob, and it’s back to never-never land. It’s not at a
\nbad deal at all.<\/p>\n
The daytime shakes out in a similar manner. He eats, he poops, he
\nsleeps in rapid succession. In fact, he likes to combine
\nthese leisure activities. Squirts are often audible
\nduring breast feeding. More often than not, his eyes shut
\ntightly while a nipple still rests in his mouth.
\nA wakeful, alert little Cam is available for select times
\nand a few hours each day. When that occurs, both the wife
\nand I are left wondering the obvious question: what
\ndo we do with him now?<\/p>\n
Our days are broken up by the more than occasional visitor.
\nThis child is very loved. The many feet that have passed
\nour welcome mat in the last week are a testament to that.
\nFlowers dot nearly every room. Boy clothes are finally
\na reality.<\/p>\n
His parents aren’t left out in the cold. The in-laws
\ncame by and helped take down the Christmas decorations.
\nA neighbor carried our old bedroom furniture away
\njust before the new began to arrive. One friend patiently
\nanswers every question of an anxious new mom and dad.
\nAnother makes sure those frazzled parents get a good,
\nhealthy (not to mention yummy) meal every day of the
\nweek. It’s good to be me. It’s great to be us.<\/p>\n
Those frazzled feelings will undoubtedly return.
\nThere will be long days and longer nights.
\nThey may return in just a few hours
\n(ammendment: in fact, they kind of did). We aren’t quite
\nout of the woods yet (we’ll be out in about 17 years and
\n51 weeks, or so). But there’s a wonderful child sleeping
\nin the bedroom basinett. He’s worth it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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