Joined at the Hip

Claire and I read a lot of books about babies before Spud arrived. Dr. Google also provided us with a lot of information. We thought we had a pretty good idea what having a baby was going to be like. Mostly, lots of diapers and not lots of sleep. We expected crying for no particular reason, and constant monitoring for signes of illness, distress and danger. Two weeks after his arrival on Planet Earth, we pretty much have the new life that we expected, with one major exception: He does NOT like to be left alone. Pretty much EVER. We thought we could park him for a while in the crib to sleep so we could, you know, brush our teeth or eat or go to the bathroom or shower. Not so, usually. He does not like being in the crib. He can be totally fast asleep in our arms, and we can carefully place him in the crib, and slowly, quietly creep away. And he usually wakes up and cries. Pick him up again, and he's fine. So we are with him, holding him, cradling him, sitting with him on our lap, and sleeping with him (well, Claire is), almost 24/7. We have baby handoffs. We eat in series instead of in parallel. He will grow out of this, right? Because we really have to pee sometimes.




A rare victory.