I sit rockinng my daughter, waiting for her to decide if she wants more boob, I began thinking more about visitors…
I mentioned how I was super overwhelmed days 2-3 of my daughter’s life with the amount of vistors and because of that I request two days of no one. Thankfully I got it… But no without a fight (well not really a fight). Yesterday my husband asked me if it would be okay if his parents stopped by. Luckily this was through text as he had to run to the store so he didn’t see my huge eye roll and exhale of frustration. I asked what time, however he wasn’t sure and was going to get back to me. I was finding a way out in a submissive way. Fuck that. Before he could respond I used my headache to my advantage (I have had a serious headache off and on since we got home from the hospital- any suggestions on how to deal with this is greatly appreciated!). All I had to say was ‘well let’s see if this headache goes away.’ He then said ‘okay so I’ll tell them no.’ My husband is pretty straight forward so I didn’t read into the text being passive aggressive and took it at face value. Other times I might begin to feel bad. At this point- I couldn’t give a fuck. I left off with tell him maybe tomorrow. I woke up this morning and my headache was still there but I figured that if I didn’t give a day/time for them to come- they would start getting more antsy. So I texted my mother in law two options: come before our doctors appointment at 3 or after. She chose after. She later texted my husband to get a time. I told him to tell her 6 and that id be most likely heading to bed at 7:30- with baby girl.
Naturally- they were running late because they were finishing up dinner. This is number one thing that pissed me off. We just had a baby 6 days ago. I am lucky enough to fine 5 minutes to take a shit let along prepare a meal. Luckily my mother prepare a ton of food for us for the week and left it in our fridge when I was still in the hospital. She is also planning on coming today insisting she clean our house… And also make us more food. Needless to say my mom has earned heralded endless hours of baby snuggles… Baby brain has my side tracked, basically I am pissed because they didn’t offer to bring us food/ pick up a pizza/ anything that would be helpful. Instead they wanted to just hold the baby. They also arrived at 6:30. She got hungry around 7:15 so I took her upstairs to feed her. She took her time. That’s my girl. And my husband came up 25 minutes later and asked if she was still eating. Dude she’s at my nipple, I think it’s self explanatory. I can only imagine he was feeling antsy because our guests were there to see her. I on the other hand was super proud of my daughter for slow eating and being slightly passive aggressive so I didn’t have to be.
At 7:45 I brought her down and declared my exhaustion. I was then told to go get some rest and she would be brought to me when she was hungry… I fought this one a little. I wasn’t ready to not have her with arms reach. But because I knew I could benefit from a couple hours of sleep, I stopped protested and went to bed, leaving her to be passed around like a hot potato.
I hated being without her close and looked forward for when she would to feed next and luckily I didn’t have to wait long.