The routine Baby D has adopted these days is to sleep from 1 am to 5 am or so and then after a quick "mid-night" snack, he sleeps again until about 9:30 am. While this is not ideal from our perspective, it does have its merits. For one, we don't have to start entertaining him at the ungodly hour of 7 am or even earlier. In fact if we overlook the time from 11 p.m. to 1:00 a.m, where we are desperately walking around a grumbling, cranky little baby trying our best to get him to sleep, then this routine is really rather nice. By getting up reasonably early ourselves - say 7:30 am or 8:00, we get plenty of "me" time.
Today was one such day. We put baby back in his cradle at six o' clock, got up at eight and got plenty done - like morning tea and coffee, proper brushing of all thirty-two teeth and getting his milk bottles cleaned and sterilised. Daddy D then went off to office and Baby D was still asleep.
It was 9:00 am and I managed to get dressed, put the trash out (I didn't get dressed to put the trash out, it just happened in that order) and even brush my hair.
9:30 am and Baby D was still asleep. Oh good! Made myself an omelet and looked up the news forming my very own dark conjectures on the US govt shutdown.
10:00 am and I am starting to get lonely as Baby D sleeps on. Still, this seemed like a good time to organise all the zillion photographs accumulating since his arrival.
11:00 am and I am desperate! I can't remember the last time he had his diaper changed. It couldn't be very pleasant for him. And so, still asleep, I carried him over to his changing mat. Despite yesterday's gross abuse of air time (He pooped where he shouldn't have and I can't even begin naming the things I had to clean) and at great risk to personal safety and sanity, I got him diaper free, wrapped him up in a thick towel and gave him his first dose of calcium and then his milk.
Baby D was still sleepy through all of this, but as if lazily waking up from a pleasant dream. He smiled plenty and let me move his arms around as we waltzed to "What will you do if I sang out of tune". This leads me to believe he's going to be a morning person.
Most uncharacteristically, after his milk, Baby D decided to take another small nap - ideal for me to pay some bills online. He woke up then and we had one of our long cooing chats which looked like it might go on for some time. Nani - Nana came in at this point and while they entertained him, I managed to heat my frozen parathas in preparation for lunch.
It was just us again after a bit and Baby D looked like he might want another diaper change. To my dismay, as soon as I had the diaper off, Baby D decided it was a good time too poop. Really?! On two consecutive days! Fortunately there was a fresh diaper at close quarters and so I was able to direct most of the stuff to where it should have rightfully gone. Through all of this Baby D refused to even acknowledge the proceedings. He simply lay there zen like and detached even smiling at some secret thought of his own. I couldn't have thought this possible three months ago, but I have reached such a state of immunity at bodily functions that I found myself humming Jagjit Singh's "Kal chaudavi ki raat thi" once things were relatively under control and I was simply de-pooing him.
Unbelievably, Baby D drops off again! Fell asleep almost as soon as the fresh diaper was on. I wasn't hungry but this was the perfect opportunity to have lunch and so I did. Next, it was time to purchase some of his staples online, wash his bottles (clean bottles run out before you know where they went) and get some rest for my aching back. Instead, I got lost looking at rattles, which when all has been said and done are not really his staples that needed immediate purchase. Literally at least a hundred of them to choose from, where does one even begin(!).
Realising that I was courting danger in other higher priority areas - I scrambled to get his bottles cleaned and finally lay down for some "flat time" for my back - the ache is probably just a sign that I am walking around an increasingly healthy baby for a large part of the day. Well, flat time had just begun when Baby D gave a loud cry. I got up to ask him what it was and he looked confused for a while - not knowing what it was either. But then he improvised quickly asking why he had been put down in the first place when he really should have been up in my arms all this while. He insisted on this being remedied and I pleaded with him to let me off the hook for just this once. This went on for a bit and then Baby D, with his good nature relented, settling instead on another long heart to heart chat.
We waited for Daddy D to come home and give Baby D his massage and bath. As of 10 p.m. Daddy D was seen carrying a cranky but freshly laundered Baby D around whistling the theme tune from Titanic while Mommy D ironed Baby D's clothes (just the new cute ones).
..The things people do for their kids..
Today was one such day. We put baby back in his cradle at six o' clock, got up at eight and got plenty done - like morning tea and coffee, proper brushing of all thirty-two teeth and getting his milk bottles cleaned and sterilised. Daddy D then went off to office and Baby D was still asleep.
It was 9:00 am and I managed to get dressed, put the trash out (I didn't get dressed to put the trash out, it just happened in that order) and even brush my hair.
9:30 am and Baby D was still asleep. Oh good! Made myself an omelet and looked up the news forming my very own dark conjectures on the US govt shutdown.
10:00 am and I am starting to get lonely as Baby D sleeps on. Still, this seemed like a good time to organise all the zillion photographs accumulating since his arrival.
11:00 am and I am desperate! I can't remember the last time he had his diaper changed. It couldn't be very pleasant for him. And so, still asleep, I carried him over to his changing mat. Despite yesterday's gross abuse of air time (He pooped where he shouldn't have and I can't even begin naming the things I had to clean) and at great risk to personal safety and sanity, I got him diaper free, wrapped him up in a thick towel and gave him his first dose of calcium and then his milk.
Baby D was still sleepy through all of this, but as if lazily waking up from a pleasant dream. He smiled plenty and let me move his arms around as we waltzed to "What will you do if I sang out of tune". This leads me to believe he's going to be a morning person.
Most uncharacteristically, after his milk, Baby D decided to take another small nap - ideal for me to pay some bills online. He woke up then and we had one of our long cooing chats which looked like it might go on for some time. Nani - Nana came in at this point and while they entertained him, I managed to heat my frozen parathas in preparation for lunch.
It was just us again after a bit and Baby D looked like he might want another diaper change. To my dismay, as soon as I had the diaper off, Baby D decided it was a good time too poop. Really?! On two consecutive days! Fortunately there was a fresh diaper at close quarters and so I was able to direct most of the stuff to where it should have rightfully gone. Through all of this Baby D refused to even acknowledge the proceedings. He simply lay there zen like and detached even smiling at some secret thought of his own. I couldn't have thought this possible three months ago, but I have reached such a state of immunity at bodily functions that I found myself humming Jagjit Singh's "Kal chaudavi ki raat thi" once things were relatively under control and I was simply de-pooing him.
Unbelievably, Baby D drops off again! Fell asleep almost as soon as the fresh diaper was on. I wasn't hungry but this was the perfect opportunity to have lunch and so I did. Next, it was time to purchase some of his staples online, wash his bottles (clean bottles run out before you know where they went) and get some rest for my aching back. Instead, I got lost looking at rattles, which when all has been said and done are not really his staples that needed immediate purchase. Literally at least a hundred of them to choose from, where does one even begin(!).
Realising that I was courting danger in other higher priority areas - I scrambled to get his bottles cleaned and finally lay down for some "flat time" for my back - the ache is probably just a sign that I am walking around an increasingly healthy baby for a large part of the day. Well, flat time had just begun when Baby D gave a loud cry. I got up to ask him what it was and he looked confused for a while - not knowing what it was either. But then he improvised quickly asking why he had been put down in the first place when he really should have been up in my arms all this while. He insisted on this being remedied and I pleaded with him to let me off the hook for just this once. This went on for a bit and then Baby D, with his good nature relented, settling instead on another long heart to heart chat.
We waited for Daddy D to come home and give Baby D his massage and bath. As of 10 p.m. Daddy D was seen carrying a cranky but freshly laundered Baby D around whistling the theme tune from Titanic while Mommy D ironed Baby D's clothes (just the new cute ones).
..The things people do for their kids..
:) oh you are enjoying so much kiki di! still i dont feel jealous :D
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Delete:) Now, if this is my recently married bro, I'd say wait six years to get into that frame of mind. If this is one of my yet to be married bros or sis, I'd say Definitely Wait!
Delete:D Tooo good !! Baby D and his actions are so much of a pleasure to read !
ReplyDeleteBaby D says thanks and hopes you'll come over soon. He's a pleasure to hang out with ;-)
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