Well, we’re into week three now. The days are still blurring by. I still have tiny pockets of time to do things. Perhaps 30 minutes a day to write emails or pay bills or shower (pick one). The rest is spent watching one cycle of the routine rotate into the next. Alternating goals of feeding him quickly and of getting him to sleep. Even going for a quick walk is still a big deal. He loves it but it takes him two hours to get to sleep afterwards since he gets so overtired.
I’m starting to think of this time as The Cave. It’s good in here for Gus with not too much stimulation or change. And it’s really not so bad for me either. It’s not boring yet. Day blurs into night blurs into day. I wear pjs the whole time. It’s cozy. I’m even starting to get a hold of the sleep thing a bit. (I’ve found a way at night where I can feed him without totally waking him up).
The hard part is that I’d love to see more of our friends. Especially since everyone has been so amazing and supportive. Charles and I were just talking about how we didn’t realize how many good friends we had before this. But since we need to stay in the cave a bit longer, we keep putting people off. So I’m looking forward to hanging out with real people again soon. Even though it means showering and having to think of something more interesting to talk about than breast-pumping and how cute Gus is.
I’ve stopped pumping between feeds, by the way. A bit of an experiment to see if we can do things ‘normally’ for a while.