Baby Blues

I've heard a lot about the baby blues and was fully prepared for the tears that I thought would inevitably come. My baby turned 3 weeks old and still nothing, other than when my mom left. But that wasn't caused by baby blues, that was just me missing my mama and all the comforts that she provided while she was here.

Turns out my baby blues were just delayed until I was sufficiently sleep-deprived.

I was so proud of Grace because although she is nowhere near sleeping through the night, at least she was going right back to sleep after being nursed. I don't know what happened but the past 3 nights, she has decided she doesn't quite like that schedule and has stayed up for at least an hour- leaving me with literally 2 hours of sleep each night.

And where I used to be able to recoup some of the lost sleep during her naps, she has had a difficult time napping too. Every time I put her down, she wakes up! The only way she'll sleep is if I hold her.

It also doesn't help that Mike has been going to work at 4 in the morning and coming home at 8 or later. That gives me about an hour and a half or so of 'me' time.

So with all this going on, I completely understand what the baby blues are. Now many times when Grace is crying, it's all I can do not to join her. And when Mike 'scolded' me for throwing out some cookies, I couldn't help but cry (while trying to rock the baby to sleep too). And when Mike called at 7:45pm tonight, not to say he was on the way home, but that he still had more work to do, the tears came again.

Thank goodness it's the weekend. Mike is officially on baby duty. My plan is to nurse the baby whenever she needs it and then hand her off to her daddy so I can hopefully get back some of the sleep I lost these past few days.

No matter how many baby books you read or the stories you hear, there isn't anything that can prepare you for life with a newborn.


Trying out her high chair- doesn't she look like a big girl?


This ceiling vent doesn't look like much, but to my 3 week old baby, it's the most fascinating thing in the world. She will stare at it forever.


I just love her tiny feet!


I finally found the courage to cut her teeny fingernails so she's been going without her scratch mittens and finally discovered her fingers.