Baby milestones galore

There’s not a ton to report. We’ve sadly turned into those bloggers who write a ton about their baby-to-be and fears about parenting, but once we’re in the trenches, turn to total radio silence. So sorry about that!

Right now, baby E is teething. Yes, already. He likes to surprise his parents and others by doing a few things, including entering the world, a bit earlier than expected. I can see little white parts on the bottom center of his gums, he’s drooling like a monster, moans like he’s in pain, seems to have a much more difficult time coping with things that normally wouldn’t bother him, and constantly has his fingers in his mouth. He doesn’t seem too interested in traditional methods of soothing, no matter our efforts. I figure at least his fingers are organic. The hardest part about teething is when he cries and is near inconsolable. It breaks our hearts to hear our little guy in pain and know that there’s little we can do to help.

He’s also really progressing with his manual motor skills – reaching, grasping, holding. We took a short video tonight to show his surprise burst of progression in this area:

It’s so neat to see his personality blossom. Our guy is surprisingly mellow. Not much phases him. He’s also pretty verbal so far, gurgling and making a few sounds that begin with consonants. He also seems to really love everyone he meets, but especially women. He likes to give a shy, gummy smile and show off his adorable dimples. Trying to capture said smile via photograph is difficult, though. He seems to stop smiling the second the camera/phone appears! Here are a couple of recent grins I managed to capture:

No rain, no rainbows

skulls with daisies

Juggling all of life’s responsibilities and changes still continues to challenge and sometimes frustrate me on a daily basis, but I am so grateful for this little dude.

Working Parent Pity Party

Joyful little queerspawn

E tries to roll from back to front

That face right there? It’s what inspires me to get up at 5:30 in the morning (not just because he’s hungrily crying), to bust my butt at work to earn a living wage to provide for him, and to do what I can to give him the best life possible. I am so grateful that we were able to conceive this little joy and that we have the privilege of raising him. My life has such different meaning now that he’s in it, and being his mama brings me a sense of fulfillment that I never thought was attainable.

But it is goddamn hard, yo.

There’s a reason why I’ve been seriously neglecting this blog and it’s because most days, I feel like I’m on a hamster wheel. Each morning feels like a total race to get the three of us ready and get out the door, drop E off at daycare, then drop K off at his vanpool pick up, then attempt to get to my job by 8 a.m. I put in a nine-hour workday, staring at the clock the entire time so I don’t leave too late, get caught in rush hour traffic and keep my precious little one at daycare any longer than he has to be.

Then, I haul ass to his daycare, grab all of his bottles and diapers, and exit the premises with my treasured man and overflowing hands. I rush to a brief but vital errand or home to tend to a few chores like emptying/rinsing his bottles, emptying the diapers from his daycare wetbag into our dirty diaper bin, and letting the dogs out to relieve themselves. I often try to squeeze the start of a major chore like tossing a load of laundry into the washer, prioritizing his cloth diapers over our clothes, or giving E a quick bath, and attempt to feed him a bottle. Then, we race back out the door less than an hour later to pick Daddy up from his vanpool drop off location. If K encounters traffic and/or forgets his phone at home and cannot text me when they’re getting close in order to time our departure (both happened this week – sigh), I end up waiting at the vanpool pickup location with a very cranky baby, who cries whenever the car stops.

K and I rush home with E, where we throw a frenzied meal into our faces, and separately tend to chores like washing/prepping bottles, starting/continuing laundry, washing dishes, and making our lunches and preparing E’s belongings for the following day, while our adorable son either snoozes or plays in his bouncy seat. Sometimes we manage to watch a tv show on DVR while we complete some of these tasks. We somehow muster the energy to play with E and enjoy his company during the little time we have at home with him. We change him, get him ready for bed and try to all get to sleep by 10:30 p.m.

We’re all doing the best that we can, but it tears me up that I’m often so exhausted by the end of the day that I can’t be energetic or entirely present for E. If we didn’t need my paycheck, I would likely try to find a way to stay home with our baby, though I see him thriving in a daycare setting.

I knew it would be our reality, as we share a car and K commutes 45-60 minutes each way for work, that I would spend a lot of time driving around before and after work. I feel like an unpaid taxi driver and the amount of time wasted in the car really eats at me some days. We’re trying to prioritize the saving toward a second car, but it likely won’t happen anytime soon. I know that having access to another car will really help to free up some time because I could get to work even earlier while K does drop-off at daycare, then I could run an errand or do a chore or two before getting E from daycare, K could run an errand on the way home from his vanpool, and we could spend a lot more time at home with each other. I keep dreaming of the day that this is our reality.

In the meantime, I’m going to take at least one moment each day to acknowledge that this is fucking hard, that I’m hardly the first or only parent to go through it, and that this face is beyond worth it:

E's drop-off this morning at daycare

/pityparty