Life with a newborn

For those of you who wonder what I actually do all day, here's an idea. Mason and I usually start the day around 7am with a feeding. But eating is always preceded by the 'HELLO...I'M HUNGRY' cry, as demonstrated below.

So I try to make sure he gets fed as soon as I can. You would think this would make him happy since that is what he wanted. But NO. Instead, eating is followed by the 'I ate too much, now my tummy hurts' cry. To which I respond with a lot of patting on the back until he burps or throws up all over me.

Sometimes this will give him relief and he'll doze off to a happy slumber.

Then I think to myself, maybe I can get some of these chores done. Like...the dishes...

or maybe the landry...

or maybe make the beds.

But there's really no chance of that. I now can hear the 'HEY...my diaper is dirty' cry. So I rush to change him. And all I get is the 'I HATE having my diaper changed' cry. This one usually causes much grief and it's common that he screams until his face is purple and he's totally out of breath.

So then I feel totally terrible because he honestly hates having his diaper changed so I cuddle with him as he drifts off to dreamland.

This doesn't last long though because as soon as my arm gets tired and I make one false move I get the 'What are you doing, leave me alone' cry.

So I put him in his papasan chair for awhile and let him do his own thing...

until I hear the 'HEY, I'm hungry' cry again in about 15 minutes. Aaaaahhhhhhhh, life with a newborn. I love him with all my heart and soul. Now if I could just hear the 'I love you Mom' cry.