Battle of Wills
Thanks so much for your positive comments. I think I was being a bit paranoid about them all gossiping about me. I'm a little over-sensitive after hearing two months worth of second-hand scary birth stories when we were open about doing a home birth.
Yesterday the same family member who passed on the frame advice told me for the 99th time that I wasn't dressing the baby warmly enough and that she was "terrified he was going to catch pneumonia." I had already made efforts to deal with her fears by putting a blanket over him when I carry him, even though I really don't think he's too cold at all. So on being told this again I semi-lost it and instead of nodding and then stewing about it later, I raised my voice and said "He is NOT going to catch pneumonia. You don't catch pneumonia from being cold!" Did I mention we were in a heated parking garage and headed up to a grocery store above via elevator?
Then the family member refused to buy anything at the grocery store because it was too expensive. She was only buying a breast of chicken and some greens, so while the shop was more expensive than the corner grocer, I figured the extra $2.50 was probably worth it to avoid a long detour and an extra stop, since I had to pick up something at the fancy store anyway. Apparently not. We dropped her off elsewhere to finish her shopping and dinner was then an hour late, which meant LM was yelling and overtired throughout. (We weren't at home, so couldn't put him down.) Passive-aggressive anyone?
Anyway I've been really really really good and tried not to complain or vent about D's family to him because I have a tendency to do that way too much, and to draw comparisons with my own family, which is pretty unfair since my own family drives me nuts too when I have to spend extended periods of time with them. But I did break my promise to myself about that and I vented a wee bit and we were able to laugh about it so it just seems hilarious and ridiculous instead of utterly upsetting.
And she does have many redeeming qualities - she is ultimately good-hearted. It's just hard to see them sometimes cause I'm too busy seeing red.
In good news, LM slept a whole 4 hours straight last night, which meant I did too! It was lovely. 11 p.m., 3 a.m., 6 a.m. and 9 a.m. Now that's a routine I can totally handle. I'm sure he'll growth spurt again around 6 weeks, but I feel so incredibly refreshed.
Yesterday the same family member who passed on the frame advice told me for the 99th time that I wasn't dressing the baby warmly enough and that she was "terrified he was going to catch pneumonia." I had already made efforts to deal with her fears by putting a blanket over him when I carry him, even though I really don't think he's too cold at all. So on being told this again I semi-lost it and instead of nodding and then stewing about it later, I raised my voice and said "He is NOT going to catch pneumonia. You don't catch pneumonia from being cold!" Did I mention we were in a heated parking garage and headed up to a grocery store above via elevator?
Then the family member refused to buy anything at the grocery store because it was too expensive. She was only buying a breast of chicken and some greens, so while the shop was more expensive than the corner grocer, I figured the extra $2.50 was probably worth it to avoid a long detour and an extra stop, since I had to pick up something at the fancy store anyway. Apparently not. We dropped her off elsewhere to finish her shopping and dinner was then an hour late, which meant LM was yelling and overtired throughout. (We weren't at home, so couldn't put him down.) Passive-aggressive anyone?
Anyway I've been really really really good and tried not to complain or vent about D's family to him because I have a tendency to do that way too much, and to draw comparisons with my own family, which is pretty unfair since my own family drives me nuts too when I have to spend extended periods of time with them. But I did break my promise to myself about that and I vented a wee bit and we were able to laugh about it so it just seems hilarious and ridiculous instead of utterly upsetting.
And she does have many redeeming qualities - she is ultimately good-hearted. It's just hard to see them sometimes cause I'm too busy seeing red.
In good news, LM slept a whole 4 hours straight last night, which meant I did too! It was lovely. 11 p.m., 3 a.m., 6 a.m. and 9 a.m. Now that's a routine I can totally handle. I'm sure he'll growth spurt again around 6 weeks, but I feel so incredibly refreshed.
posted by grass @ 11:29 AM
1 Comments:
At 5:17 PM ,
Shelley said...
Isn't it amazing how your vision of a good night's sleep changes with a baby?! I remember thinking the same thing -- and now the idea of 4 hours (only) sends me into cold chills. It will get even better!
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