The low point was probably around 3:30 a.m. when I had tagged in and sent Dennis to bed, and was holding Isaac while walking across the kitchen to the microwave to heat water to get his bottle ready. So that's baby in one hand, pyrex measuring cup in the other. And...a foot in Gracie's wet food. She gets her beloved stinky food in a little saucer, which flipped over when I stepped on it, to make the biggest mess possible. So there I was, no hands free, with a foot covered in something called Cluck-A-Doodle-Doo. It was not a shining moment. Item learned: lack of sleep does not make me more coordinated.
We've had a couple of rounds of Screaming Time, where nothing is obviously wrong and yet apparently EVERYTHING is wrong and will never be good again, and no amount of reassuring the baby that there are no dingos in the apartment will have any effect. Sometimes going into the kitchen to look at the ceiling fan helps a bit, sometimes a tight swaddle helps, sometimes a little song and dance helps, sometimes lowering the sensory input helps, sometimes nothing helps and it just sucks to be the baby. We get through it.
I so love Trixie Tracker. The meds module makes things so much easier. He is on four meds/supplements, each of which has a different schedule, including one which has to be given on an empty stomach and he can't eat for half an hour afterwards. I would be a wreck if I tried to remember it all, plus Dennis and I would be forever talking about meds and trying to keep it all straight. I'm amazed by how much more relaxed I am because I have quantifiable data. I can see that he's eating enough, I can see that he's pooping, I can see that he's getting his meds. It's so reassuring; I feel like at least I'm getting the mechanics of parenting down. Seriously, if you ever need an excellent gift for geeky new parents, give them a subscription. Although I'm still waiting for them to implement the Parental Self-Care module that tells you how long it has been since you had a shower. (for the record, I had one this morning. and it was good, too.)
Gracie is slightly put out by all of this; Isaac loves to sleep on Dennis, which is a problem because Gracie also enjoys sleeping on Dennis, and is not used to sharing. Still, we're very pleased with how good she's being, and she's getting extra love when the lap is free.
The thing we haven't done yet is leave the house with him; it has been cold and wet and windy and we've just wanted to stay by the fire with our little family.
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The low point was probably around 3:30 a.m. when I had tagged in and sent Dennis to bed, and was holding Isaac while walking across the kitchen to the microwave to heat water to get his bottle ready. So that's baby in one hand, pyrex measuring cup in the other. And...a foot in Gracie's wet food. She gets her beloved stinky food in a little saucer, which flipped over when I stepped on it, to make the biggest mess possible. So there I was, no hands free, with a foot covered in something called Cluck-A-Doodle-Doo. It was not a shining moment. Item learned: lack of sleep does not make me more coordinated.