The First Week
by Mike on Jan.15, 2009, under General
So Glen is now officially 1 week old (don’t worry, I won’t bore you all with up-to-the-nanosecond updates…this ought to suffice until the next truly monumentous event). He is just learning how much fun it is to eat and eat and eat and eat and EAT all the time. Today he gave Johanna a whole 3 hours between feedings at one point. But perhaps she is the one who should tell you all about that.
You see, earlier this week, everyone was asking me “How’s the baby doing? You getting any sleep?” and I felt obliged to make some comment about how his feeding schedule meshed with my need for rest. But Johanna doesn’t like me saying anything, because the truth of the matter is that so far, he hasn’t caused me to lose much.
Glen is really pretty mellow, and Johanna doesn’t want a bottle lear his mouth for fear he will stop nursing altogether. So my job consists of nudging her when I hear him cry (she is wearing ear plugs because of my snoring), and getting a diaper from the closet for her. I lose a total of 5 minutes of sleep whenever he wakes up, which isn’t anything at all.
Some of you out there will undoubtedly cry “foul” when you read this, saying I should do more to help out. And I would LOVE to do more. But nursing is out of the question. Occasionally Johanna does let me change the diaper, but this is just the way things have worked out so far.
So no more asking if I am losing sleep. The answer is “Yes, some, but not enough to fuss over.” I am sure that the simple act of writing that statement will call down the wrath of Murphy’s Law, and the road will get rocky from here. But I won’t make a peep…Johanna won’t have me complaining at all…if anyone gets to, it’s her.
