The difference between baby #1 and #4
Ξ October 25th, 2010 | → 9 Comments | ∇ Everyday Stuff |
When it was time for my first baby to take a nap, the two of us would go into her peaceful room, cuddle in the chair, and rock while I softly read her a story. After a few more minutes of snuggling in the chair while I smelled her head and enjoyed her baby scent, I laid her in her crib decorated with a handmade quilt and patted her on her back until she drifted off to sleep.
On October 13th, we welcomed baby #4, Seth Owen, into the world. And when it’s time for him to take a nap?
Actually, I don’t know when it’s time for him to take a nap. Usually I sit down to nurse him while my seven-year-old asks questions like, “Mommy, what is the biggest breed of dog? I think it’s the Great Dane. Or maybe that mountain dog. What’s the name of that mountain dog?” My five-year-old loudly demonstrates how Batman jumps up and down and begs to play Lego Batman on the Wii, and my three-year-old pretends to be a dog and crawls around barking and asking me to rub her tummy. At some point during this chaos, I realize the baby has fallen asleep while eating and I have no idea how much he ate or how long he’s been asleep. And as I lay him on the nearest available safe sleeping surface, I smell his head and realize that he is WAY overdue for a bath.
And I wouldn’t change a thing.
