Solo Dolo Day 1

It’s dawn of day 1 solo momming. Hubby is back at work (luckily it’s a trial run because he’s off again in a few weeks) for a 12 hour shift, so we’ll see him again tonight around 830 pm. Start the clock!

Our big boy is already 7 weeks old to the day, cue the monster tears. Last night wasn’t so bad, I mean yes I had a minor menty B because I knew I was gonna have to take the night feeds and  prior to hubbys shift, but like I said, it’s a trial run. Two feeds accompanied by diaper changes and there had to be at least one incident of trying to put him down and him not being in full deep sleep. CHECK! Honestly, my main concern is we think that our boy is getting sick. Since yesterday, his cry sounded all nasally and junky and he seemed to be getting a little warm to the touch. In my head, I was like of course he’d be getting sick this young and the day my husband goes back to work. He drives the car to work  so if I needed to go to the pediatrician, it would be uber or subway. Yikerson, both of which, I prefer not to do with a 7 week old baby. Worst case scenario flooded my brain and made me spiral into crazy thoughts, but I won’t bore you with those outlandish details.

And now I’m here, lying awake in my bedroom full of red (thanks Hatch- IYKYK), baby dino noises rumbling from the bassinet corner, and awaiting my day’s fate. Just FYI, we are post 5 am pump sesh with a whopping 9.5 ounces (patting myself on the back for that big win). Hubby just left for work but with a gentle and loving reminder that “you got this”. Meals are prepped in the fridge, coffee pot is preset and at the ready. It’s a big day, but these are the days we dreamed of.

The baby Dino awakes, see you on the other side. Have a great day, Sistah Ceej loves you!