Now that Mackenzie is 2 weeks old (well, 2.5 really) we tried using a pacifier when she gets a bit grumpy. It took her a while to get the concept of sucking on a rubber nipple – without the cream filling – but she finally got the hang of it.
Here is a snippet of video I shot of Mack in her little car carrier going to town on her pacifier. Notice the range of motion that thing travels before she finally spits it out.
When I returned to the bedroom this morning after checking my email messages I found the Peanut snuggled up against the Mrs. Apparently feeding time had lead to a massive bowel movement and mommy just could get herself to take care of it just yet. Mackenzie wasn’t disturbed by laying in her own mess just yet so I felt brave enough to pull my first solo diaper change.
Everything worked out well and the little one was patient enough even though she didn’t want to cooperate fully, flailing and kicking around on the changing table. We got the diaper on, kid redressed and everything was good until the mid morning snack. To say there was an tectonic shift in her pants is an understatement. Unfortunately I also didn’t do a good job putting the diapers around her tiny legs and the kid all of a sudden looked like it hard been buried in a mudslide. Baby poo explosion.
So, one sponge bath – which we didn’t like at all as can be seen in the picture -, a complete change of clothes (everything except for the socks) later we have a happy sleeping Burrito baby again.
For the second night in a row I slept right through Peanut’s crying. The first night I blamed it on my parents working me to the bone around the farm – but last night there is just no excuse. Well, maybe that the baby monitor doesn’t work quite right yet. I will have to play with the sensitivity setting a bit today.
I feel horrible though… The Mrs. gets to do all the work and I don’t even wake up to bring the baby to her for late night breastfeedings. It most certainly isn’t that I don’t want to do the work I just sleep through it and never even hear her crying.
The Mrs. on the other hand doesn’t think it’s that bad. She works from home and is pretty flexible with her hours and doesn’t mind having a screwed up schedule with little naps during the day once I go back to work. She thinks it’s great that I get to sleep through the night since I have to go to work early and come home late. For now I will be off from work for 2 weeks – you have to love the German 30 days of vacation per year thing – perhaps I will manage to pull a few night shifts.
My name is Stefan and I'm the workaholic dad - a first time father on the quest to find the perfect balance between a successful career and a perfect home life
