Oh, you know who I am talking about. The mom I certainly thought I'd never be. The one who is crazed over the baby's schedule, being out too late, is the sitter gonna change his diaper right, freaking out if you are not home at nap time....know any moms like this? Yes, you do, me. I cannot believe the psychotic mom I have become when it comes to Colt's well-being and schedule. You won't believe the inner panic when we are asked to dinner that starts anytime after 6pm. I automatically start calculating....ok dinner will take this long, then driving home, Colt needs to eat by 8, preferably in his jammies and eating by 7:30, and, oh no!, I'll never be home by 8! Should I take a bottle? Pump? Will this throw off his whole night? You get the the picture. So I relish in the days (which are most days) that we can just be home, with no plans, so we can follow our normal routine, get his naps in, and best of all, no freak outs by mom. It's funny because I am very calm when it comes to the everyday routines of motherhood. Crying or getting him to bed and all that jazz doesn't ruffle my feathers one bit. People always tell me how amazed they are at how calm and laid back I am. (Well yes I am...when things don't interfere with Colt's eating and sleeping!) I told that to Jordan last night and we got a good laugh out of that one. I told him he's lucky because that means I am only psychotic half of the time, which means other women must be psychotic 3/4 of the time if they think I am so calm! ha! See, he's lucky. I just put Colt to bed and my brother in law called and asked me to pick up my sister and niece from the airport at 9:50pm. Yes, my insides panicked, while I tried to talk calmly to him and figure this out. He has to work at 11pm and is afraid he'll be late for work. Legitimate. But did he realize he was talking to Mrs. No Way I Can Get My Baby Out of Bed at 10pm?! Jordan is working, otherwise it would have been no problem. So I go into my panic mode....I mean this is way off schedule, I can't possibly fathom driving to Bedford to get her carseat, then to Dallas, back to Bedford then home, all while Colt is supposed to be in bed. You realize I am leaving my sister and niece stranded at the airport here, right??!! I mean, you'd think one night of running around and Colt will survive! Yes, that is what I would have thought pre-baby. But not now, no sir-ee!! I just couldn't do it to him! I actually had my BIL maybe be late to work so that Colt can sleep. Have I lost my mind?! I feel like a terrible, terrible sister. I am sure my family will be mad at me, but I have a serious case of SuperMom when it comes to my baby! I am one of the crazies you may see on Oprah or something?! (Hey, maybe this is my ticket to Oprah!) Are there any more of my kind out there?! I am thinking this has to wear off some by the second baby.
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You crack me up!! I think it's totally normal....that's what I keep telling myself anyway! :)
Lori - I find myself doing the same thing! I think it is the "First-Time Mommy Syndrome"!! I just try and go with the flow when I can and pray it teaches him to be a flexible adult :) It's hard to find a balance between a routine and flexible schedule! I'm sure you're doing great though. Hang in there!
hahahahaha!!! It sounds totally normal. I fully expect myself to act like that. Although, I would've gotten my sister. ;)
Hilarious! Do not feel bad though, it’s hard not to be like that. Once Lola goes to bed, it’s going to have to be a super emergency for me to go in there and wake her up. The older she gets, the more flexible with her schedule I can be. It’s really hard though when you add nursing in the mix. Once Colt can eat real food, things will be so much easier. We take Lola wherever and feed her what we are eating. She likes people food so much now, she really doesn’t care about her bottle. I have calmed down so much in the last few months. She is into everything, I am just happy if I do not loose her or if she does not fall and get hurt. For me, being flexible comes with time. Hang in there!
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