it is days like today that make me grateful for 1 year of Maternity Leave. In the States I am pretty sure I’d be back to work already.
Today was a day with an upset baby all day. He was beyond cranky. He was screaming crying off and on all day.
And all I could think was, God, what if he was with a babysitter or at a childminder? Not only would they not have the time to sit on the sofa all afternoon and hold him, they wouldn’t have the patience. Or the love. Its something only a mummy would do.
Because that’s what I did. I sat on the sofa all day, gazing at the internet and playing a game so my son could sleep in spurts between crying his eyes out. He wasn’t hungry. He was dry. He was obviously a bit tired, since he kept falling asleep. But mostly he was just being a baby.
I, of course, had to leave him to cry on occasion. I needed the loo. I needed to eat lunch. I needed a break. But mostly I sat here all day with my son in my arms, being miserable.
And when Simon I got home, he took over. Adam ate a bit more for his Daddy, but not a lot. And he had more moments of laughter. But not many. Daddy mostly did all evening what I did all day, hold on tight to a baby that was miserable for no discernible reason.
He might be teething, as his pacifier seemed to help. I looked but I don’t see any teethy pegs yet.
And he went to bed for the night at the same time as he usually does.
So we’ll see what kind of night we have.
And tomorrow is another day.