A journalist observes life in the far north.
Gone three and a half weeks and I pretty much have no idea what I am doing in the motherhood department. It’s a good thing the Bottle Washing Fairy is still here.
My first rookie mistake was waking up the bundle of joy at 3am after arriving home from my trip early Wednesday.
Isn’t there a saying, “Never wake a sleeping baby?” Well, it’s for good reason. At about 4am, when I was ready for bed, Lucky was wound up like a top. I didn’t know what to do with her and finally the Bottle Washing Fairy woke up and managed to get her to lie down.
Bedtime last night was equally a disaster.
Before I left for a month in Nepal, bedtime was flawless. She kissed her dad good-night, drank some milk and nestled into her crib while I covered her with a blanket and tucked in the edges.
Last night, she screamed.
I suppose I have it coming. I abandoned my child for a time and there’s consequences. We’re out of sync.
It reminds me of the first few weeks after Lucky was born. I had no idea what I was doing and it felt like a quagmire every time she cried. Slowly, through trial and error, I figured out what she wanted and needed.
Before long, I could fulfill her needs before she knew she even had a need and without thinking much about it. Motherhood came to me by instinct.
I hope I can get to that place again.