One thing I wasn’t prepared for was something called “the witching hour.” This is when some newborns freak the heck out from around 5pm until midnight, when they’re otherwise a happy camper the rest of the day. Whenever people meet Lincoln they always say, “what a chill baby.” So you can imagine my worry and concern when there’s suddenly no soothing him no matter what we do…feed him, change him, burp him, rock him, throw money at him.
And of course this means we haven’t been able to enjoy dinner time for the past couple weeks. It’s been tough, but I’m picking up new techniques, remaining cool under fire, and generally learning more about him. And of course there are moments where you just can’t win. In the middle of the night, it can feel lonely, frustrating, and draining. Those little tears rolling down his face just about kill me.
But in the light of day it’s like we have amnesia and we’re able to enjoy the good moments with pure gratitude. I hear it goes away when he hits the 3 month mark. That seems far away when this is a daily occurrence, but I will try to stay in the moment and try not to wish someone would hit the fast forward button. When I’m bouncing him in a dark room with a white noise machine, I find myself praying to God, “thank you for this baby and his healthy lungs. Thank you for teaching me patience, perseverance, and unconditional love.” Then the next day, I do it all over again! #thelincolnlog
