So yesterday went much better. He's still eating constantly, of course, but he did grant me a 2 hr nap that we took together in the morning. He also let me watch the new episode of The Hills (I know, I know, I said NO TV, but he's so young, he doesn't even notice it, right? Right?). I guess Monday I was just feeling crappy, different things coming together and making me depressed (how long postpartum can I blame hormones?).
Last night was a bit tough, D kept waking up after being asleep for about 10 minutes as we were all trying to get to bed. He seemed to have a really strong need to suck to soothe himself, but the only thing he was interested in sucking was my nipple (the pacifier and pinkie finger as suddenly SO not good enough), so in addition to the normal feeding times I spent a good 1-2 hrs just sitting with him attached to my boob as I prayed that he'd go to sleep and stay asleep. He kept passing gas, I think that's what was bugging him. Zach made this big pot of beans and rice for dinner the other day and has been complaining of a stomach ache ever since, perhaps little D has inherited his daddy's sensitive digestive system.
I'm trying to maintain perspective in those difficult moments/days. I tend to get caught up in how hard it is in that moment and feel frustrated and helpless, and I need to remember to step back and see the big picture and know that it will pass. I keep reading about how much more awesome babies get once they get past the initial 3-4 months, so I'm waiting for that landmark to come, and enjoying the smiles I get here and there during his happy-awake times.