We recently put our baby in her very own bed in her very own room. My
wife was visibly shaken. She had been sleeping in a wicker Moses basket
in our room for the last five months but she eventually got to be too
big. The baby that is, not the Mrs..
The Mrs. is not too big. However she is bigger than she used to be. But
not so big that she needs her own bed. Although she has purchased some
newer roomier additions to her wardrobe. Mostly baggy jeans and tops.
Needless to say these acquisitions have come at no small price to my
wife's self image.
My wife has always been a fit and slim framed beauty. And I tell her
she's prettier than ever all the time but the new pounds have lead to a
bit of depression.
Unfortunately the bed room debacle and the weight issues have been
aggravated by the fact that my wife has also stopped nursing. Mind you
the baby is as happy as a clam. She doesn't know her mom is too fat or
misses her at night. She was ready for the bigger bed and she had lost
interest in nursing, a natural occurrences in babies, as weight gain
and post nursing blues are in mothers.
I admit I've gained a few pounds myself since the baby's arrival.
And I have recently joined the neighborhood YMCA in an effort to regain
my boyish figure. But my wife is too busy to join a gym.
So what's a husband to do? I bought two quarts of frozen yogurt
and a bag of Oreos and suggested we eat the sweets and when they were
gone we'd both start eating better and exercising more. After some
protest, she agreed, although I went through most of the Oreos on my
own.
Anyway the baby is happy and sleeping pretty well most of the time.
Some nights she's up at 4AM for a bottle and sometimes she sleeps till
7AM. But either way, mommy and daddy are on there way back to
normal...if there ever was such a place.
Ted Lyde
Father Of Grace
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