The four-month sleep regression, teething and a raging cold has hit the little man hard. From a steadily improving nocturnal situation we are right back to waking every hour and a half at night, constantly wanting to nurse, and not wanting to be put down. Ever. Not for a minute. Nada. He will thankfully still nap in his basket for 40 minutes at a time, but lordy, it’s the shortest 40 minutes in the world. The space in between naps is currently spent standing up and jiggling; sitting-down jiggling (i.e. if mum is putting in less than 100% effort) is Absolutely Unacceptable. When my arms get too tired, or I need to do something that requires both hands, I start switching between my fleet of baby-carriers (baby-wearing has literally saved my sanity. In fact, right this minute, wee man is fast asleep on my back, lulled into dreamland by the walk back from the pre-school drop off. I should probably attempt to pop in into his bed, but I’m just enjoying this moment of peace far too much….I mean, my coffee AND my toast are both being consumed HOT, for crying out loud! Ain’t no-one gonna mess with that heavenly situation).
I’ve been to Limpet-Baby-Land once before with the now-preschooler, and I know it doesn’t last long, although it feels like forever at the time. So, while I am in the thick of it, here is a list of complaints my top 5 favourite things to do whilst holding, breastfeeding or wearing a 5 month old baby:
- Dealing with a mega toddler-wobbler. Preferably in public, and especially if it involves sitting down and refusing to move (at top volume). Like, last week, when she asked for a kinder egg from the infuriatingly cleverly positioned child-height display right next to the till in the Co-Op. “No, because we are about to have lunch. And – do you know what, I shouldn’t have to provide an essay of reasons. ” Cue a tantrum that made people nervously avert their eyes and glance around the shop to check whether the owner of this heaving mess had stuck around to deal with it. You know when you have used your Excellent Calm Parenting in Public Voice to ask your toddler to remove themselves from the dirty shop floor 18 times with no results, and resort to whispering TV-based bribes to make them move because the baby has chosen this very moment to turn into a writhing contortionist, and the shopping is spilling all over the floor, and smoke has started coming out your ears… Yeh. You know.
- Cooking dinner. Hot pans, gas stove, sharp knives, grabby baby, what could go wrong? Preparing dinner is not a time when my parenting skills shine; I absolutely always occasionally employ the digital babysitter to distract the Big One, and then switch between a cooing baby on my hip or strapped to my chest trying to reach hazardous shiny kitchen implements, and a grizzly little bear crying in his highchair when I need to do the really dangerous stuff like open the oven door. There is a good reason why my family is subsisting on the same quick, easy (and very boring) rotation of meals at the moment.
- Using a Public Loo. Best case scenario here is that there is a baby changing unit in a spacious disabled cubicle with its own toilet and sink. Worst case (and more common) scenario is when Mum has once again under-estimated the weakened state of her pelvic floor and is in a mad dash to find a loo, any loo, and ends up cramming herself, the baby and the toddler into a tiny cubicle where the toddler has to stand on the toilet in order to get the door closed. There is nowhere to put the baby down, and she left the carrier in the car, so is performing a mad juggling act with babe, buttons and underwear, hissing at the toddler not to touch ANYTHING, all while trying not to pee herself. She then discovers that she has chosen the only cubicle with no loo roll, and the soap dispenser has obviously run out. Don’t even get me started on the hand dryer that both kids are terrified of, which is set off by every person that walks within 6 foot of it.
- Online banking. Or any task requiring a computer. The only time this works fabulously is when sleepy bub is strapped to your back. Even sleeping in a front carrier results in aching gorilla arms from sitting at an awkward position and stretching around your somnolent bundle to reach the keyboard. Holding a wide awake baby whilst trying to touch type invokes a level of frustration I wouldn’t wish on anyone. And then bring the toddler into the mix. “Ohhhh look Mummy, a big RED button!” “Noooooo that’s the Off Button…..and I hadn’t press ‘Save’ yet.” Brain = Explosion. Take my advice and save the computer tasks for after rascals darlings are in bed, folks.
- Emptying a potty. This has obvious sanitary hazards, but even having both hands free does not guarantee a safe outcome. Take for example, the time that Molly did (in her own words) “the most huge-enormous poo in the WORLD” on the potty, as I was feeding the little-un on the sofa. Luckily it was a weekend so I delightedly heaved clean-up duty onto my husband (the baby had actually finished feeding but I kept him in place to avoid poop-patrol – it’s a great technique, don’t tell anyone). Unfortunately, as he dashed out of the room to find the packet of wet-wipes that always goes missing at such crucial moments, his foot caught the back of the brimming potty, and I swear the world slowed down as the huge-enormous product of my daughter’s digestive system flew through the air…..landing on the (cream) carpet. Guess who got lumped with that clean up? It was probably karma for fake-feeding.