Good grief. Another fortnight has gone by… and I tell you what, time management is a very different thing on someone else’s timetable! Baby J doesn’t always sleep much during the day, but as he has started sleeping through the night, I am not about to start messing with him. Take your victories where you find them, I say, and that’s a biggie. He is asleep right now, actually, which is how I am able to spit this out at all, but when he’s awake and alert, I must admit I do feel compelled to interact with him. I find him impossible to ignore when he is clearly ready for some conversation and play. He seems to sense this magnetic pull, too, which means he quickly makes his presence felt if I do try to leave him hanging – or rather, swinging – in order to get anything else done. So, no sleep for Baby J means no writing for me.
His is not a placid personality; his most recent trick is still screaming his head off despite the gradual abatement of the Meanies (although he’s had a number of sporadic bouts the past few days). Now he’s not screaming in pain, he’s decided he despises car travel, so he’s screaming about that instead. I do wish he’d decided to make himself the exception in some other field. I keep telling him babies love cars, babies sleep in cars, but he is deaf to all persuasion, as am I deaf to just about everything by the time we reach our destination. I just don’t understand it. He has this absurdly plush throne, so comfort is not the problem. We’ve tried adjusting the headrest just in case it was too tight, but beyond that, we are out of ideas. And I am not embellishing on any level when I say he screams his guts out from A to B. In fact, as I was saying to the Darklings only this morning, he screams a lot. Obviously earlier it was pain-related – and it is a really different thing, there’s no confusion about that – but now it’s some unidentified general outrage. He’s not standing for it, whatever it is. No sir! He’s not having it at all.
Like his mother, he loathes being woken, so transferring him is a godforsaken nightmare. Moving him definitely kicks off the screams. And I wonder too if he isn’t lonely and bored back there in his car seat, since he is very curious and sociable, and he can’t even see out the window in the car because of the (absolutely essential) sunshade. Perhaps I need to affix something of interest to the straps or backseat so he’s got a diversion… it has to be worth a shot. Anyway, as a new driver it makes for a pretty intense initiation, but I suppose it’s excellent experience.
A-a-a-anyway, this wasn’t supposed to be a Baby J Blog. At this rate I’ll have to rename the whole thing. DoctorDi? Who? But what else have I been doing?! NOTHING, that’s what. Well, I finally managed to file my woefully late monthly feature for the Varuna Alumni News yesterday – a week late, no less. I must confess I found it rather challenging finding sufficient blocks of time to write and edit it this time; leaving freelance jobs to the last minute used to work much more effectively than it does now. Deadlines have always worked for me, but now I realise I have to be much steadier in my approach. Next month’s feature I shall have to start now, whenever an opportunity arises. No wonder so many parents plan the week’s meals in advance. It makes complete sense to me now.
If you’d like to know what makes me want to scream, it’s this: instead of finishing this post, I’ve just spent over an hour – that precious period in which Baby J was sound asleep, whereas now he is due for a feed – dissembling the Varuna News into smaller attachments to resend. I discovered an error message from yesterday sitting in my Spam folder, so the file didn’t go at all. Imagine me biting down hard on my knuckles and you’ve about captured the mood here at Poo HQ.