Poop. Feed. Sleep. Repeat. I know this is what people perceive to be the life of a dog, but I beg to differ. This is the life of a newborn. Baby Carter turned one week and one day old today and I’ve definitely noticed some changes to how we do things around here.
A pattern has taken shape in the Schmidt home that revolves around this (albeit simple) regime. Poop. Feed. Sleep. Repeat. Sometimes it is like clock work, repeating every three or four hours. Other times it varies, usually picking up in frequency. This tends to happen between about 7 p.m. and 12 a.m., which makes much of anything I used to do with my people a secondary priority. It also makes blogging quite challenging because I require help from mom for that.
And whoever said this late night feeding thing is for the dogs didn’t know what they were talking about. It’s not for the dogs. And it’s not for the people either. Yet the four of us are in this together, and with each feeding we all stumble through the house to make sure Carter’s cycle is completed before we stumble back to bed.
It’s all a little monotonous, and last night I found myself giving in to the negativity fed by the repetitive cycle of sleep-related doom. It was 3 a.m. and we were all up. Carter was screaming (as we’ve all come to know more likely than not signals the poop portion of the routine) and mom and dad were struggling to change his diaper (another thing about babies I don’t think I will ever understand). I was sitting on the little rug in the nursery watching the action. My head was almost as heavy as my eyes. I knew I was slouching over and I didn’t care.
In that moment both my forever mom and dad noticed my posture. Oh Wiles, mom said, you’re right there with us in this aren’t you?
Poop. Feed. Sleep. Repeat. Indeed, I am right there with them through this. There isn’t much I can do to help with any of it. (Other than alert my people when there is poop in the diaper before the screaming starts). But mom was right. I am right there with them through this. It’s the least I can do.