Question: Can baby blues come 6 weeks late?
If so, I’m knee deep. Or maybe chest deep, it’s hard to tell. It all depends on the level of screaming.
It could just be a coincidence of unfortunate events. Yesterday baby W spent all day crying (and I mean all day), which didn’t help matters. The only time he wasn’t crying was when he was eating or (hardly) sleeping. When I finally fell into bed last night my ears actually hurt from listening to it all day.
There was also the car accident on Monday and the 72 dollar estrogen cream… but let me back up.
I had my six week check up with the midwives this week. It was also the first time I’d ever left the house with the baby alone. I had been anxious about it all morning, but I took a few deep breaths and told myself that of course I can do this. No big deal.
The car ride wasn’t too bad; 45 minutes and only minimal crying. When we got into the city, I picked up a friend who had graciously agreed to hold the baby in the waiting room so they could look at my nethers in peace.
Midway through the exam I can hear him screaming from all the way down the hall. This does not help me relax, something I’ve been instructed to do about ten times so that the midwife can do her job. Apparently I’m a bit tense. Five minutes of steady crying later, I inform her that we should probably wrap this up. She agrees, but says I need to take heed of my “area” with some special cream because it hasn’t healed up properly. She does not mention that this cream will cost 72 dollars.
I’m sad that I’m not done healing, but I had suspected it due to some lingering pain and try to listen to her instruction over the wails of my offspring a few rooms away. When I finally get to the bugger, he looks sad but my friend looks worse. I feel awful and rush us to my car, asking her to drive so I can sit in the back and save her ears from any more damage.
I love my friend very much, but she is a hot mess. Not even five minutes later we are in a (very minor) car accident that sounds a lot worse than it is but still makes my blood pressure sky rocket.
At this point I really want to go home, but my friend has decided to tell me the 4 hour version of her life’s story over lunch. By the time they are clearing our plates, I am emotionally exhausted and the baby is still fussing. I get home in enough time to make dinner, but burn my hand on the stove and discover I am developing a rather itchy and burny stye in my eye. I go to sleep with a hot rag on my face.
The next day is not better. As I mentioned before, a lot of crying. A different friend comes to explore the town’s new library with me, but it’s pouring buckets and the baby cries the entire time. Some annoyed glances are thrown my way and the librarian glares over her glasses. I pray she falls into a very deep puddle.
It doesn’t help that this is Baby Daddy’s first week of actual class. This means he is M.I.A from 7am-10pm, with only one brief break to talk at dinner. It has been a difficult adjustment, to say the least, but I’m trying my hardest to be supportive and not horribly depressed/irrational/crazy.
I realize this post is a whole lot of complaining, and I apologize. I suppose I’m still a bit cranky. To save you all from any further griping, I will spend today focusing on as many positive things as possible. Like reading my new book (it’s so good) and figuring out how to cook an eggplant.
My sincerest respect to anyone who has ever had a baby. This shiz is hard.