Before you become a parent, you hear the stories and you are somehow misled into thinking that being a parent can be a bit difficult, and a bit stressful, but once that little tyke looks at you in the eyes and giggles, all that shit melts away and you feel amazing.
It’s true, yeah. But there are days where the trials and tribulations of being a parent become a real test of one’s self and one’s patience. That’s something I would have liked people to tell me as a way to prepare for the tougher moments of parenthood.
For instance, we thought we had it made. Little YY is finally able to sleep through the night, finally able to eat his food without fussing much at all, and things are going swimmingly well. But lately, it’s getting a little tougher. He’s getting messier with his food as he learns how to play with it, and he’s starting to kick up a fuss again in the middle of the night.
Granted, a nasty fever that clocked in the high 38s (or 102F for those so inclined) really disrupted his sleep rhythm to the point that we were up for two hours in the middle of the night taking care of an impossibly non-stop screaming baby. And he’d puke as well – sometimes in the bed, right on our pillows, and sometimes right on the floor in the hallway.
Puking’s probably one of the toughest bits – I can handle the crying because once he stops, he stops, and now I can pour myself a glass of wine and chill. But puking – once he expels the technicolours out of his system and onto the floor or bedsheets, there’s a tremendous amount of maintenance that requires attention right then and there. Off come the bedsheets, off come the pillowcases, down to the laundry room for changing, sometimes taking little YY into the bathroom for a quick bath to wash it all off, sometimes to wash us off, and get new sheets, new towels, new pillowcases, all kinds of new stuff. And finally we can relax, but after 15-20 minutes of this sort of maintenance.
There are times, also, where the in-laws are in town and that gives us a little get-out-of-house-free card, so that we can go on one of our little dates and enjoy time together for a change. We did that tonight, and were able to relax and have a margarita, but on coming home, all of a sudden, we had to resort back to parent mode – with margarita in our bellies and all – and there are times where it does test the patience. You want the little fella to sleep, and to be sleeping peacefully by the time you get home, but sometimes it doesn’t work that way. Sometimes you’re going to move YY to the crib from the bed and he wakes up in the process, and that’ll unleash a fresh set of crying that takes a little while to calm down.
OK, end rant. I’m all right, and so is X. And YY is sleeping now. And I’m about to go to sleep. But I can tell you – being a parent can be challenging sometimes. It’s hard on the patience when you don’t have much of it, and a little tyke is not going to consider your patience when he or she opens the floodgates. That’s all right, we know that YY is just a little guy and doesn’t know better, and we love him. But there are days you just wanna have a quiet night, a movie, wine, and sleep especially after a hard week. It’s just human nature, but it also builds character.