Baby Had a Bad, Bad Day

Wednesday, January 13th, 2010 • 5 Comments on Baby Had a Bad, Bad Day

After a couple of non-baby posts, I’m regressing.  Patrick had a horrible day yesterday.  He cried, he fussed, he screamed, he wriggled and fought the air with his little balled up fists.  I have absolutely no idea what the problem was and, as I discovered, I had absolutely no idea how to resolve it except to wait it out.  Which I did, but just barely. 

With the exception of one one-hour nap in the morning and two or three fifteen-minute catnaps in the afternoon and evening, he was awake from 11:30 AM to 10:30 PM.  That is a long time for a little baby to be awake.  That is also a long time for a tired mama to be rocking, holding, feeding, cuddling and talking to a little baby.  I fed him when he was hungry, changed him when he was wet, held him when he seemed to want to be held, put him down when he seemed sleepy, burped him, bicycled his legs for gas, kept him warm (but not too warm), checked his temperature (no fever), swaddled him, gave him a pacifier, moved him from downstairs (too much light and noise, maybe?) to upstairs, dimmed the lights, sang to him, hummed to him, stayed quiet… and nothing worked for more than five minutes to keep him calm.  Finally, for no real reason I can discern except sheer exhaustion, he fell asleep (swaddled) around 10:30 and slept until after 4 AM.  Thank god and whichever saint watches over frazzled mothers.  Seriously.

It’s not just the crying that sends me around the bend—though it’s certainly the main problem since I have such a low tolerance for loud noise—it’s the constant physical contact.  I’m not used to having my personal space invaded with such frequency.  Yes, I know this is my baby and any idea I have of personal space went out the window when he took up residence in my uterus, but… still.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to hold him when he’s calm and sleepy and warm.  It’s soothing to have his little head nestled against my shoulder, his fingers clasping mine.  That’s wonderful.  It’s when he’s fussing and crying, when the arms are flailing about and the legs are kicking and he’s struggling to lift his head and manages to clip me in the jaw that I feel like I’m on the receiving end of a violent attack.  It doesn’t seem like it should hurt, but it does.  I feel like my body is bruised after yesterday.  Swaddling helps a little, but he still manages to wriggle and twist and push against me so hard I have to hang on tight.  It’s physically exhausting.  Thankfully, my incision isn’t as tender as it was a couple of weeks ago because those belly kicks hurt.

I had my own little meltdown around 9:30 last night, holding him and praying he would go to sleep so I could get some sleep myself.  It wasn’t long before he was sleeping peacefully and looking like an angel, but of course I had no idea that was coming when I was melting down.  In that moment, after ten hours of constant care of a fussy baby with barely a break to feed the pets and myself, it felt like it was never going to get better.  Ever.  Like I was trapped in that nursery, in that chair, with that crying baby forever.  Horrible, helpless feeling, that.

But today is a new day and so far, so good.  He slept last night, I slept last night, the pets and I have been fed well before noon (as opposed to the 4 PM and 9 PM of yesterday), the sun is shining and Patrick is taking his usual morning nap (and waking up, it sounds like).  I feel like I can do anything right now.  Maybe even write something that isn’t baby-related.

Posted by Kristina in Baby, Pregnancy and Baby
  • Rachel says:

    DO you have a baby swing? those things are miracle workers

  • Kristina says:

    Rachel ~ We bought a swing and he didn’t seem to like it and cried when he was in it, so we returned it.  I may have to try it again (maybe a different swing), though.

  • Jay says:

    Hang in there!

  • Nikki says:

    I know it’s hard and probably not very safe when one hasn’t slept much – but what about driving? Motion sometimes seems to be the ONLY thing that will help my wee one – pram over bumpy roads or the carseat and drive … hope he’s calmer today.

  • Along similar lines – Bruce Chatwin swears that since we evolved as hunter-gatherers who walked for miles every day, the one thing that soothes babies is sticking them in a sling and going for a walk. Bumps and rhythmic motion – just like the swing and the car suggestion.  (Of course you might not want to go tramping round your neighbourhood at night, exspecially if you are still frigile from the incision. Maybe the car is a better idea.)

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