I can’t sit still.
I get cabin fever so quickly and easily; I’ve been that way ever since I can remember. Sure, I have days/nights where all I want to do is be at home – I’m just saying I can’t do many of those in a row.
I struggled with cabin fever when Luca was first born. There was a lot of other things that were overwhelming at the time as well, but more than anything I wanted to get out of the house. The C section meant that I couldn’t drive, couldn’t push a pram, or do anything really for quite a few weeks.
Thankfully Luca is now of the age (and had his vaccinations) that we can get out. So far I’ve conquered going to the shops by myself, and visiting friends and family. I knew it would be tough. I didn’t understand just how tough.
“Going out” means a few things:
- Touring all the parents’ rooms of the local shopping centres. (Hot tip – Big Top Maroochydore’s parents room smells like poop. Someone needs to get some fragrance in there, and empty the nappy bin STAT.)
- Being prepared to be peed on pooped on, and having a spare change of clothes ready for all of us.
- Wearing clothes that allows me to whip a boob out at a moment’s notice – I never dreamed that would be a requirement for my wardrobe
Bearing all that in mind, I’ve discovered that going out of the house has more challenges that I hadn’t even considered.
I have a hang up about how often he feeds
It feels like Luca feeds all the time when we go out. I’ve tried timing it to go out when he’s just been fed, but then soon after we arrive at our destination I’m having to get a boob out.
The first time I met a friend for coffee, her first experience in meeting Luca was to see his feet. The rest of his body and his head were under the wrap nearly the entire time while he fed.
When my sister visits he’s nearly attached at the boob the whole time. It’s gotten to the point that I’m sending videos to my sister proving that my baby isn’t constantly attached to the boob.
I apologise nonstop about it.
Thing is, I don’t think anyone else cares. It’s just me. It doesn’t inconvenience them in that we still do the things we were planning on doing – chatting, catching up, walking around shops etc. I just feel awkward about it. It makes me question whether I’m feeding him for the sake of settling him when there may be something else that he needs.
I guess in a nutshell it makes me question whether I’m doing this “parenting gig” right.
Almost everything makes me question myself.
Trying to change him is difficult
When he needs his nappy changed, trying to find an appropriate place is difficult. If I’m in a shopping centre it’s fine – I can just go to the parent’s room. But what if we’re out and just in a coffee shop – where do I go? Do I do it right there and then in the shop if there’s no where else appropriate? Do I let him wallow in it until I get a chance to find somewhere else more appropriate?
On one occasion we changed him in the pram, which was uncomfortable and difficult in the least. We’ve had to use the back seat of the car. Previously I mentioned the parent’s room at the Big Top Shopping Centre is disgusting. I’m yet to do a change out in the open, and I wonder if it will bring on looks of horror or judgement from people nearby.
Timing is everything
If I don’t time it right, then I’ll have either a grizzling, tired baby or one screaming for milk. He doesn’t have a feed/sleep routine yet, so it’s hard to judge when is an appropriate time. I’m getting better at telling when he’s tired though, so it’s a balancing act to try and get out after he’s fed but before he’s tired.
Next challenge? Getting him to sleep while mobile. Right now the pram over-stimulates him and he refuses to go to sleep.
One of the rare occasions we managed to get him to sleep
But time it wrong? We’re spending our time feeding, in which case refer to the earlier section.
Going to appointments
I’m so stumped on whether I’m meant to take him to appointments with me. How do people do this? For example, a chiro appointment. Doctor’s appointment. Small basic meetings.
I’m sure a single mother would have no choice but to take the child. Or people with working partners doing the usual 9 – 5.
If I visit the chiro, and I’m laying on the bed, what happens to the baby? Do I take a pram with me and leave the child in the pram? What happens if he starts crying? Do I forego the appointment altogether if it means I’m having to feed the baby.
Needless to say this is why I haven’t booked in for a chiro appointment in a while – I need to coordinate the logistics of what happens to Luca. Whether I need to wait for a time his dad can look after him, or a family member etc.
Once again I’m calling on all the mothers for advice, and shared experiences. What challenges did you face? How did you overcome them?