In internet lore, if you blog about how your baby is doing something wonderful like (a) sleeping through the night; (b) breastfeeding without any difficulty whatsoever; (c) using the toilet by the age of one — or whatever excellent thing your baby is so much better at than everyone else’s baby, it is known that your baby will forthwith cease this behaviour and do the exact opposite just to screw with your mind.
So forgive me when I realize that I have barely posted about Charlie the wonder baby, who is now 2.5-gosh-almost-3 months old. Don’t ask me how many weeks. I’m supposed to know but I have no idea.
See, I don’t want to tell you how awesome he is, because he’ll turn evil.
I don’t want to tell you that I’m not really sleep deprived, and haven’t been since he was born, since I’ll be up all night, cursed (well, that’s likely coming anyway, since we’re about to totally mess him up with a 5 hour time change on a trip to the UK).
I don’t want to tell you that this kid has been my most successful breastfeeding experience – not perfect (what’s perfect anyway?), but definitely much better than the other two.
I don’t want to tell you about how accommodating he’s been, being hauled around wherever we need to go – how he always falls asleep on each walk to and from the school.
I don’t want to tell you about his awesome smile and coos and funny sounds.
I know this could all change at any point. I know this could all go pear-shaped and I could lose my mind. I still feel a bit like I’m just waiting for it to happen. But, for now, this baby wrangling thing is going very well. And I’m doing much better dealing with this maternity leave than I did with the other two. Which is kind of surprising to me (you may remember I was freaking out about this a few months ago). But I’m very, very thankful.
Be kind to me, internet fates. I don’t want an evil baby.
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January 20th 2012 at 11:00 am
Well, that was a whole lot of not telling me anything. Crossing my fingers for decent flights and a good UK stay.
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