One of the things I’m not afraid to admit is how our baby’s temperament (fussy, in need of constant holding and jiggling and moving around, rough and frequent eater, poor sleeper) has changed the way I thought I wanted to parent an infant. Dominic and I have been run too ragged to care about some of the things we cared about before he was born. We’re still not using our cloth diapers (he’s really a little too small for them still anyway). We bought some plastic bottles instead of using the glass ones we have because the flow on the glass bottles was choking the baby. And we’ve bought a gigantic swing because sometimes this baby is inconsolable, and our arms and patience are tired.
But as a testament to the insanity that motherhood has created in me, now I’m worried about using the swing too much. I want to hold my baby. I just also want to put him down sometimes. I need sleep.
Anyway, the baby carriers we have create a good middle ground.
