After taking advantage of California’s Paid Family Leave and one full month to bond with our baby (and to help me stay sane), my husband went back to work yesterday. Although I was anxious about how it would go, I had a great day.
The morning started off with a visit to the pediatrician and a trip to the grocery store. Home to eat and feed the baby before heading out, yet again, to get my brows waxed (long overdue) and to drop off two bags of maternity clothes to a friend and mom-to-be-blogger. Home once again to feed the baby before heading out to pick up my son from school.
The baby slept most of the morning during all of these trips in the car but once we were home with his big brother, he decided to stay awake. By the time we all went to bed for the night, I was done. Not much energy left to function at that point.
I woke up to the baby fidgeting and grunting – the first clue that he either needs his diaper changed or milk. This was around 2:30 am so we slipped out of the bedroom and I changed his diaper and fed him before returning us all to bed (Oh, and I might have watched an episode of The Cake Boss that was waiting for me on the DVR during this particular feeding).
Less than two hours later, I was awakened by the baby again and since my brain was no longer working, I did what came naturally to me. I picked up the baby and started our usual nighttime routine again – diaper change and feeding. Only this time, he spit up most of what he ate before I realized that he wasn’t hungry. He had only eaten a few hours prior. Duh.
Lesson learned: Sometimes it’s ok to change the baby’s diaper and put him right back to bed.
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