Baby Daddy
Sleepy girl
I don't think any new mother ever really wants to admit defeat, however, it is my feeling that it's sort of like a right of passage. You don't get enough sleep, cry with your baby, and then call someone over to help.
In my case, that someone was Liam. I wish I could have called Harry, however when I tried to call him (seven times) he didn't answer, presumably with his new girlfriend Leslie. So I called my one true hero, Liam. He brought over waffles and cocoa, and he made me food while I fed Sam. And then, after breakfast, when I thought I couldn't stay awake any longer, Liam took my baby from my arms, and left me to sleep for 4 1/2 hours.
It was the best sleep I've ever had.
For a month it was like that.
Some days Harry would drop in, some days he wouldn't, but he never stayed away for more than a few days.
Liam stayed as my rock. Staying over some nights just so I'd have someone to stay awake with. However much I wished that Sam would be a perfectly behaved, totally mellow baby, he just wasn't. He was antsy. He couldn't sit still. He loved to eat and be heard and snuggled. He cried when something on his mind, or gurgled in that way babies do when they want to talk, but aren't yet able to speak. He woke up constantly throughout the night, and I was near the end of my rope. I wished Harry could stay over and be with me and Sammy, and experience what I experienced, but Leslie, who was a perfectly nice girl, took up too much of his time.
And I was okay with that.
I was okay with the fact that Harry was happy and having fun while I cried on the couch with our son, watching Doctor Who reruns.
I was okay with the fact that Harry got to do whatever he wanted, and I could barely leave the house.
I was even okay with the fact that Harry got to sleep in with his girlfriend, while I never got any sleep.
There was one thing however, that I was not okay with. And that was Harry bringing Leslie to my house.
The days Harry came over to visit were family days. It was just me, Sam, and H. He wasn't allowed to bring Leslie. He got her every other day. These days were only for us.
One day, when I was particularly tired, and not in a very good mood, Harry decided to drop in. However, unlike most days, when he dropped in with food, made me laugh, held our son... he brought a guest. And needless to say, I was not amused.
Because not only did he bring his girlfriend.
He didn't bring any food.
In my case, that someone was Liam. I wish I could have called Harry, however when I tried to call him (seven times) he didn't answer, presumably with his new girlfriend Leslie. So I called my one true hero, Liam. He brought over waffles and cocoa, and he made me food while I fed Sam. And then, after breakfast, when I thought I couldn't stay awake any longer, Liam took my baby from my arms, and left me to sleep for 4 1/2 hours.
It was the best sleep I've ever had.
For a month it was like that.
Some days Harry would drop in, some days he wouldn't, but he never stayed away for more than a few days.
Liam stayed as my rock. Staying over some nights just so I'd have someone to stay awake with. However much I wished that Sam would be a perfectly behaved, totally mellow baby, he just wasn't. He was antsy. He couldn't sit still. He loved to eat and be heard and snuggled. He cried when something on his mind, or gurgled in that way babies do when they want to talk, but aren't yet able to speak. He woke up constantly throughout the night, and I was near the end of my rope. I wished Harry could stay over and be with me and Sammy, and experience what I experienced, but Leslie, who was a perfectly nice girl, took up too much of his time.
And I was okay with that.
I was okay with the fact that Harry was happy and having fun while I cried on the couch with our son, watching Doctor Who reruns.
I was okay with the fact that Harry got to do whatever he wanted, and I could barely leave the house.
I was even okay with the fact that Harry got to sleep in with his girlfriend, while I never got any sleep.
There was one thing however, that I was not okay with. And that was Harry bringing Leslie to my house.
The days Harry came over to visit were family days. It was just me, Sam, and H. He wasn't allowed to bring Leslie. He got her every other day. These days were only for us.
One day, when I was particularly tired, and not in a very good mood, Harry decided to drop in. However, unlike most days, when he dropped in with food, made me laugh, held our son... he brought a guest. And needless to say, I was not amused.
Because not only did he bring his girlfriend.
He didn't bring any food.
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11/8/14