Day 4: July 4, 2014
Age: 7 weeks, 5 days
It's a Friday. Was a beautiful day. Mid to upper 70s, not too humid. Sunny. Green. Happy. But . . .
Today was a tough one. I'm posting a collage of pix from a better day (yesterday, post pooping party), when HR was in a better, cheery mood. (and mommy, too - who knew that discovering a hoodie had bear ears on it would be the most ADORABLE and fun thing in the world - the pics above were a shot by shot reaction of h's when he saw me geek out about how cute he was - my boy really does love me (sometimes)).
Last nite the hubs and I had our weekly 'date night' and I got to venture out of our neighborhood for the first time in 2 months (literally - i hadn't left the confinements of Lincoln Square since May 1st when I was sent home on bedrest until my delivery - unless of course, you count leaving to go to the hospital to deliver the bundle a 'trip' out of the neighborhood. I do not). We opted to go grab a burger and a drink in Ukranian Village/Humboldt Park area, followed with a german brew in the hood. Was a nice night, had a funny run in with my cousin and a chihuahua, just the usual stuff. Since Holdie was in a super smiley mood yesterday, the nerves weren't too fried, but as soon as we got home and Grandma left for the night, Mr. H put me to the mommy test - waking up nearly every hour from 11pm onwards throughout the night. Finally, around 7 am this morning I realized there was no way I'd get the luxury of 'sleeping in' until 8, so up we were for the day, with a sounding alarm of shrieks and sobs.
That was meltdown number one. Eventually, (4 hours later), we were composed enough (Holdie and mommy) to take a walk in the neighborhood and get some iced coffee at Starbuck's (our usual spot, Perfect Cup, was closed for the holiday). H calmed down enough to sneak some shut eye in the stroller, and we got home in time for a few lady visitors in the afternoon. Queue meltdown number two. After 20+ minutes of impressing his friends with his waterworks, we managed to maneuver him to the park to hang out on the holiday in the shady grass for a bit, until mister got restless, again. Daddy was home at this point, so naturally it was time to queue meltdown numbers three and four. Guess who had tummy problems, again? So I dropped the twenty bones on some black liquid called 'colic calm' at the advice of a few fellow parents who swear by it. Maybe it worked? Maybe it didn't. I don't know. Several minutes upon minutes were spent doing leg/tummy exercises, sing songs, walkings, rockings, swaddles and feedings. Finally, I was successful in getting the little man down not ten minutes ago for Vin's and my first 'adult rest' all day. It breaks my heart to see him upset/sick, but sometimes mommy just needs some time to think/relax. Not to mention the slight anxieties Vin and I are facing with some gunky action in his left eye - the fact that his tear ducts only work in that eye and not the other makes it look worse with the sobby wetness. It's fun to be a parent. The line of worrying about whether or not our lad is sick, vs. 'being the parent' and training him to sleep on his own and knowing when is an 'i'm tired' meltdown vs. legitimate 'i dont feel well' is a challenge.
But I think we're getting it?
Today is the fourth of july. I've never been huge on the holiday, but the fireworks have officially begun in my neighborhood - the booms and cracks of fireworks just started a few minutes ago, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't with the majority of the neighbors curled up at either Winnemac Park or the River Park with a sheet, six pack and blanket (and any sort of bbq foods).
Maybe next year. Tomorrow we are supposed to take H to meet his great grandmother for the first time in Wisconsin. I'm slightly nervous because of the duration of the car ride and back, but more so that he'll be a fussmonster again and ruin everyone's nerves and be sick. I guess time will tell if he starts to feel better or not, so now that he's down for the night my next question is whether or not to allow myself to indulge in one of the beers my husband just bought for us. . .
These times, they are a changin'. Instead of witnessing the splosions in the sky, I'm waiting with bated breath for a splosion in my son's diaper.
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