Time to Relax

I seem to be very confused.  I'm such a YES person but when someone offers me help, I say NO.  What is wrong with me?!  Why am I so bad at asking for help?!  I'm a new parent baby F is only one three months old, clearly I need help!  Parenting is the hardest thing I've ever done!  Nonetheless, I'm happy to do nice things for other people and I forget to take care of myself.  As discussed in previous post, I need to take care of MYSELF first.  If I don't take care of me, then I can't take care of my family!

I need to work on relaxing, here is some inspiration:

Stop Crying Class

Pre-baby I signed up for the breastfeeding class, the pre-natal class, and I even checked out the hospital to see where I was going to deliver.

What wasn't offered to me however and what I would have found very useful would have a been a "get baby to stop crying class."  Why don't they offer a course on getting your kid to stop crying?

This video really helped me:

Timing is Everything

This would be me last week....  I cried when it happened:)

via www.everydaypeoplecartoons.com 

Fighting an Urge

Today we have an old trick we have retuned to that gets Baby F to fall asleep.  Cuddle with her, she loves the body heat.  This fancy technique worked for the first 3 weeks and all of a sudden stopped working.  My hubby took care of F this morning while I caught up on some much needed sleep.  When I woke up, he shared his experience with me that happens to me more often than not.  After struggling for 30 mins he finally succeeded to have F fall asleep cuddled up on his chest.  YEAY a sleeping baby!  There was only one problem, hubby now needs to pee - badly.  However the thought of risking waking his sleeping baby was not an option!  My hubby, like a good father, chose to fight it!  He eventually fell asleep himself only to dream he was taking a leak.  He woke up with a vivid fear of having soiled himself and our couch - luckily it was just a dream.  Once awake, my good hubby fought the urge to pee for another 20 mins until baby F woke up on her own terms and a rested Mummy was able to take over.

My Secret Weapon

You know how you dread sitting beside a crying baby on a long airplane flight?  Listening to your own kid cry endlessly is way worse and utterly exhausting.  My daughter cries a lot.  I'm not talking little cries; I'm talking red in the face screaming cries.  Don't get me wrong, I love my baby.  There are fleeting angelic moments when she is quiet and happy.  At these times, I magically seem to forget all the crying and get lost in how darn cute she is.  Then the crying starts again and I return to my trusted secret weapon, the hair dryer.  The secret weapon needs to be set to full blast, the low settings just won't cut it.  Unless she is hungry, the secret weapon magically makes her stop.  And believe me, the magic weapon is much more relaxing to listen to than my crying child.  Sometimes I make a nice cup of tea, grab my favourite book, curl up by the fire place, and listen the hair dryer for hours.