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... of a shower

I have found (in my two days of experience), that the thing most sacrificed as a stay at home mom is personal hygiene. Or maybe this is just me. Maybe I don't prioritize it enough and you are all thinking: "How disgusting! That is always at the top of my list". Well, good for you. So far, my list has consisted of: feeding a baby, calming a crying baby, walking around the house trying not to wake the time bomb baby strapped to my chest.

Rinse and repeat.

Or don't rinse, just repeat.

That's the whole point of this commentary. With a baby attached to some part of your body every second of the day, when are you supposed to shower? Or at least wash your face and brush your teeth? Today, I put him in his carseat while he was crying, ran into the shower, cleaned myself moderately well, and jumped out, only to find that he had cried himself to sleep. This was great, except that I would have taken a better shower if I knew THAT was going to happen. Oh well. At least I don't smell anymore.

An update on my first day: It went fairly well. I was a little overwhelmed by the time Quinn got home and we discussed the importance of a night out without the baby over dinner and some tears. The day looked a little something like this:

We started out with a good feeding - with a good amount coming back up on my shirt.
Then we freaked out a little.
Then we slept in the Moby Wrap.
Then Mom crocheted a little bit. The only real thing accomplished all day.

Then we woke up...

And freaked out a little. So we tried the stroller tactic.
Which worked for awhile.
Until he woke up (and freaked out a little more).
And then fell asleep just in time for Dad to come home.

There were a few feedings in there, but I didn't want to take pictures of that and for sure wouldn't want to put them on the internet.

Of course, when Quinn got home he was sleeping and we had a relatively peaceful evening together putting away Christmas stuff. The peaceful evening was in exchange for an absolutely horrible early morning, when we were all awake from 2:45am until 5am and then Abram and I kept it going until the next feeding at 6am. So, needless to say, Quinn left for work and Abes and I slept in until 11 today. This made the day much less productive, but at least I was mildly well rested.

And now I am mildly well showered. We'll see if I can get a better one in tomorrow. I know Quinn would probably appreciate it.
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  1. Hungry HippoJanuary 5, 2011 at 5:44 AM

    I bring Lanie (and I did this with Adelaide to) into the bathroom, set her in her bouncy seat (carseat would work well too) turn on the vibrating thing on the seat and the fan in the bathroom for whit noise. Both girls would fall asleep in the steamy warm bathroom to the white noise of the shower and fan (the fan is important so that when the shower is turned off they hopefully don't wake up). Also, this way I could see them and know whether or not they were sleeping as I was in the shower. Hope this helps! And no, you are not gross for not showering as frequently as you would without a newborn!

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