Learning As We Go
Those first few months as new parents were terrible. When we took the birthing classes at the hospital, one of the first things the nurse said was, SIDS is real, my granddaughter died from it. Really? Why would you say that to a room full of expecting parents? Yes, it is very real. But, we are already freaking out about bringing up our tiny humans, ease us into it. Don’t start class that way. After that comment, my husband turned into Nervous Nelly. He was up every hour making sure Joey was sleeping. We also read in Dr Sears’ book that your child should be eating a certain amount of ounces per their weight. So, we were interrupting Joey’s sleep and over feeding him.
None of us got much sleep those first several months. My husband was convinced Joey was going to die. He stressed out over the heat in the room, what Joey wore to bed, and wanted to make sure we got up to feed him. It was beyond stressful. I know Ed was doing everything he could to be a great dad to our tiny human. I felt awful and like the worst mother ever because I didn’t stress over those things. I kept saying, he will wake up if needs something.
Since we were still feeding him every two hours and increasing his ounces, Joey threw up, a lot. It just added to the stress. We didn’t know what the hell we were doing. We were zombies and just trying not to kill our baby and each other.
We Needed Help!
We had to call for help. We were drowning. I reached out to my best friend and asked her to come out and help us. Having Courtney here gave us the opportunity to catch up on some much needed sleep. Ed’s Aunt would also come over from time to time so that I could take a nap and that helped as well.
With little sleep, Joey was still the center of our universe. We loved watching him develop into his personality. We saw him as the most amazing little guy.