Baby is 10 weeks old, EBF, not particularly content in general tbh, and I can count on one hand how many times I’ve properly ventured out of the house with him. One of these times was last weekend when I needed to go to the nearest decent town (40 mins away) to do some in-branch stuff with my banks. I made the effort to put some makeup on and got quite into the idea, thought maybe we could also try to have a nice day looking in some shops (mainly Primark which we haven’t got locally!) and having a coffee in a cafe. Husband and 2-year-old were coming too.
Well as much as we made the effort to sit down somewhere so I could feed him as soon as needed, kept him lovely and snug in his bassinet on the pram, kept the pram moving most of the time, he grizzled/ cried/ screamed pretty much the whole day. We still looked round Primark and some other shops, eternally hoping he would settle and go to sleep, but although he got close a few times he didn’t, and we were totally frazzled by the time we went home.
I was hoping it was just a bad day, but yesterday we needed to go again as I had forgotten a piece of documentation I needed for the banks, and he was almost as bad again. I even offered feeds pre-emptively this time, including in the car when we arrived at the car park before setting him up in his bassinet, and yet again he whinged all day, getting close to sleep but never properly settling. At one point my husband had taken the two kids to a cafe while I whipped round the banks, and as I was walking through the shop to the cafe at the back I could hear him screaming and came up see my husband cuddling him trying to console him. We wondered whether last time he didn’t like being too trussed up in his coat etc, so this time we put a jumper as an extra layer and used blankets to keep him warm but not too warm, and didn’t make a difference.
I’m just gutted that I finally felt like I wanted to be brave and get out in the world (I haven’t been great emotionally), just to find that going out as a family is actually miserable. I did make a massive effort both times to focus on giving lots of attention to our 2-year-old, who has also hardly been out lately and was born during the pandemic so hasn’t had the same experiences as other kids overall, but was conscious the whole time of poor husband trying to keep the pram moving, getting baby out for a cuddle when he was properly upset, deciding whether to find somewhere to feed him again even though it hadn’t been long since the last feed, rushing to try and look at what I wanted in the shops etc etc. I suppose it must be the big bad world being overwhelming for him and stuff because he’s so little, which I get, but I wish it wasn’t so debilitating.
I’m not sure what I want to achieve here, just sitting at 5-odd in the morning feeding him (having also fed him less than 1.5 hours ago and 2 hours before that, each time woken up by the most blood curdling scream which he keeps up throughout nappy change until latched on) feeling very sorry for myself! Thanks for reading if you have got this far!