Yesterday was a bad day.
It was the first time in the past 2 weeks and 2 days that I have felt overwhelmed with this whole motherhood thing. Gabe and I had been in the car for a while and it was a warm day. The A/C needs to be charged in our car and the sun was on him the whole time. He was screaming and crying when we finally got home. I had to run to the bathroom or I was going to wet my pants, so I took the car seat right into the bathroom with me. (Mothers- how do you juggle bathroom time with baby?? I find myself taking a shower when he's napping and having the monitor volume on high and I think I usually hold it in until Nate gets home from work!) He kept screaming so I'm trying to rock his car seat with my foot but he's not buying it. And there is a ring of sweat around his headrest now. So I finish up, pull him out to comfort him but realize I can't wash my hands while holding him so I lay him down on our bed and run to wash my hands. He freaked out. I've never heard him scream like that before! I wash my hands and finally get him semi calmed down. Needless to say, I was exhausted by the time Nate got home. He cried during dinner so I didn't get to eat very much. He cried during the movie we were watching. Nate could tell I had had just about enough so my husband, who for as long as I have known him swore up and down he would NEVER change a diaper, jumped up and changed one very poopy diaper. Knowing Gabriels diapers, I was so shocked that he said it wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be. That little act of changing a diaper really meant a lot to one frazzled mom. Nate is a really tender dad and loves to hold Gabe and calm him down. This morning before running to work he said "I wish he was awake so I could hold him before I leave..." I'm so appreciative of all the things Nate does for us.
We love you daddy!