Yesterday I had a mini-meltdown. I partly blame my hormones. And I partly blame my mother. Wait, its not what you think. Let me explain. I woke up yesterday extremely tired. Waking every 3ish hours to feed a baby will do that to you. So I was exhausted. I hadn't left the house since Sunday. It's really cold in Atlanta and had been torentially down pouring the previous day, so not exactly ideal conditions to bring a three week old baby out in. I was getting cabin fever. And the house isn't exactly spic and span. The laundry has piled up and I hadn't washed my hair in four days. (Note: I had showered, just not washed my hair, which is big for me because I'm typically a wash your hair every day sort of gal.) Mr. Cob was at work and the baby, while sweet and oh so adorable, wasn't providing me with the social stimulation I craved. All of this sort of hit me at once. And then the phone rang. It was my mom. She was calling to check in on us and see how we were doing. And that's when I lost it. I started crying. It's something about talking to my mom and just feeling like I could let it all out to her. I knew she'd understand. I knew she'd try to make it better. So I cried to my momma as I held my baby boy. A girl still needs her momma even after she becomes one.
And you know what, momma helped. She suggested that I get dressed, get the baby in the car and drive out to the suburbs for the afternoon to see her. So that is what we did. Me, the baby and the dog all piled in my car and went on an adventure. (Yes, traveling 35 minutes away to grandma's house is an adventure when you have a three week old and rarely leave the house.) It was exactly what we needed. Grandma watched the baby while I went to Target (another grand adventure) and tried to find a pair of sweat pants to replace the maternity sweats I've been wearing and buy more diapers. You can never have enough diapers. We were enjoying our day out so much that we even stayed for dinner. And then when I drove home I realized I'd never driven in the dark with the baby. I was very nervous especially since I couldn't see the baby mirror in the dark. How was I to know he was ok? I kept turning on the overhead light at every stop light and looking back to make sure he was still breathing and was OK. But once we hit the interstate I had to just go on faith that he was sound asleep and would be just fine until we got off at our exit. And he was. He sleeps soundly the minute you turn the car on. And we got home just fine. And you know what, I was a happier wife last night after having gotten out for the day. So I'm now resolved to not sit in this house every day for the next 8 and a half weeks. Maybe just every other day.
And someone has now woken up and needs to eat. I'll have to upload the latest pics during another nap...so is my new (fabulous) life.
I SO relate! Next time remember that you can call your momma. You don't have to wait for her to call you first! I wish I had called more people more often and cried for help when I was in your shoes. I'll be in the same boat next week...we can cry together. : )
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