All The Money I Had Is Gone

Sylvie will be eleven weeks old on Monday and I have to admit that things are going well.  Due to his prematurity and his GERD, Luke's first six months or so were hellishly difficult -- after experiencing that,  I was extremely unwilling to go through it all again. Happily, we haven't had to. Now I know why the human race continues to reproduce. When Luke was Sylvie's age I couldn't understand why all newborns weren't simply left by the side of the road. Yes, a healthy, full-term newborn is difficult. But not impossibly so.

Sylvie's only quirk right now is that during the day she refuses to be put down to sleep. If Sylvie were a first baby, this one quirk wouldn't be a problem at all -- I'd be quite happy to spend hours rocking her and reading. But there's Luke, too, and he's got needs. He needs to be fed, for instance, and on a relatively regular schedule. Our amazing babysitter, Renee, who has been with us almost full-time since Sylvie was born, has been a big help with both kids. Unfortunately, she goes back to university next Wednesday. So, after a summer of her most excellent help, I recently blew what little money we had left on a good infant swing and another glider for downstairs. Now all the money I had is gone. Hence the song.

Comments

[Sean Carman]

Hey Steph! I'm glad to hear it is going well and I like that song! -- Sean

[Kerry]

Since we got a swing, we've eaten dinner. V. good investment.

[Judy von Wahl]

I personally think that the hospitals should give every new mom a swing. We couldn't have survived without ours.

[kittenpie]

The swing saved me - Pumpkinpie didn't like to be put down or sleep, either, and would only sleep for 20-30 minutes in the stroller or the swing so I could get in a quick pumping. it's a life-saver, that's for sure.