Life with a baby

I should better say no life with a baby. Today Marie decided to cry... for 15 to 30 minutes, after each feeding. This means we don’t get any sleep anymore, not ever the one hour we managed to get before, when she was sleeping.

I know babies cry. Somehow, I was expecting my baby not to cry so much. Her crying is more annoying as we only have one room, so no place for one of us to get some rest while she's crying - I think that's what annoys me most, not the fact that she's crying. I've been told babies cry also for no reason, just because they feel the need to express themselves, so we try to give her space to sing her song to the world.

It's just that life was supposed to get better with her, not worse. It's like my worst nightmare amplified a thousand times... and when you think I've been through hell to bring her into this world!

My pregnancy was miserable most of the time, so I guess I was secretly hoping that at least the end of the pregnancy would mean the end of the bad times. Well, so much for hoping... Marie finally fell asleep; I'll go join her, even if it is just for a few minutes...