Across the way from our apartment lives some family with a really cranky baby. I mean really cranky. She (he?) daily screams bloody murder. I used to think the screaming came from the baby supply consignment shop next door. But I’m pretty sure this kid lives in our building.
Meanwhile, I am sitting in our family room with Micah’s laptop(the spacebar is faulty so don’t judge me by my writing today), looking across the room is Pippa sitting quietly on the couch (she likes to sit on the corner, supported on both sides so she can sit upright like a big kid). She doesn’t sleep through the night every night, but she has a few times and only wakes up to eat. I’ve been reading books that talk about babies that cry for up to 8 hours a day. How to calm your fussy child. How to get your child to fall asleep. And so on.
Perhaps it is providence. Heaven only knows how we would have survived this stressful part of our lives with a super fussy baby. I guess we would have anyways.
I feel like, maybe, since I am writing this I will be someday eating my words and wake up to a screaming baby. It’s very possible. If we go out of the house she tends to be more fussy. But so far it’s been pretty good. Therefore I can’t really complain about life right now. Even though it is still VERY busy and stressful. I don’t like to write a lot about life with children, or even being the wife of a medical resident, because I worry that I will scare away people who are considering going through the same thing.
All I know is that it’s do-able. Not ever really easy. But worth it.
You’ll buy my book, How to Be Married to a Doctor, when it comes out, won’t you?