There milk on the sheets, on the floor, on my rob, and all over Owen's blankets no matter how many fresh ones I change throughout the day. There is milk literally everywhere. This morning I woke up with half of Owen's head soaked in milk.
Owen was a bit fussy last night and demanded constant nursing instead of going to sleep as he had done previous nights this week. I held and nurses him for hours while propping myself up in bed with pillows. It was once again infuriating to watch Peter sleep so soundly next to us in total oblivion.
To be able to spend so much time together as a family is both a blessing and a curse. It's well known that marital satisfaction hits its all time low during newborn phase. Spousal hatred is real. There is no time to hold hands or snuggle. There is no patience for please and thank you. Of the nine things my husband does right, I never fail to notice one thing he misses. Nothing is fast enough, good enough, or thoughtful enough. Why can't he just anticipate my needs? Most of them are pretty obvious. After telling him the same thing for 2-3 consecutive days I'm about to explode with impatience. Every sentence comes out in the form of a command or critique. On top of all that, there is the pressure to be everything to your spouse. Not only does he need to take care of things around the apartment, change diapers and keep a constant glass of water by myself, he also needs to be charming, attractive, eloquent and thought provoking. Unsurprisingly, neither one of us fits the bill. When tension runs high, one quick solution is to go see other people.
Thankfully our couple friend with a seven-month old boy invited us over for homemade India food.