A new dawn

Six weeks is apparently a milestone (or is it millstone?) in a baby’s life. It is the time that Doctor’s quote when you are visiting them distraught and deranged when your babies are five weeks old and you are tired beyond belief and your baby (or babies) is/are crying constantly and you haven’t had a shower in a week nor eaten anything other than chocolate biscuits and your partner has mentioned the ‘sex’ word to you in a moment when he really should have gauged the atmosphere a little better not to mention not having noticed that, as you mentioned already, you haven’t had a shower in a week.

But at six weeks everything will be all right again because at six weeks your baby smiles for the first time and they sleep through the night. (Also, you will find yourself thin again even if you were never before and you will all of a sudden want to have loads of sex – even more than you never wanted before.) To be honest, the doctor never said that last bit.

Yes at six weeks it will all be all right.

Tomorrow The Little Boy and The Little Girl are six weeks old and we will be bringing them to the doctor for their…well, you guessed it, six-week check up. Now, there are those who say that a baby does things at their own pace – you cannot just push them into a routine just ‘cos it suits you. You must feed them when they want to be fed and cuddle them when they want to be cuddled and they’ll smile at you when they are good and ready and not before.

Well, I had a few words with them today. Nothing-heavy handed or too pushy-parent vibe. I just mentioned that I would be very happy if they would both smile at me tomorrow. I also said that if they smile for anyone else first that might make me quite cross. If they smile for their father first, I’ll be EXTREMELY ANGRY AND HURT AFTER ALL I HAVE DONE FOR YOU! I think they understood where I was coming from. I also asked them to sleep through the night tomorrow night. They’ve had six weeks of the 1.30am and 5.00am and sure as it’s nearly 7.00am we may as well go again type feeds that could take anything up to two hours to complete. Now that is quite enough of that.

The doctors and the books say that all that shenanigans stops at six weeks.

I’ll let you know how I get on.