One of the benefits of formula feeding, is that my husband, The Big Giraffe (BG), was able to handle all the night-time feedings and diaper changes for our younger son (YS) while I have been recovering from my c-section. With YS turning eleven-months-old today, BG is suddenly starting to get suspicious. We had the following conversation earlier this evening:
BG: When will you finally be fully recovered from your c-section? AE: What? BG: When are you going to be able to start getting up with the boys at night? AE: I'm still recovering. BG: Still recovering? I think that's nonsense. When do I get to catch up on sleep? AE: You got to sleep last night! BG: Umm...OS got up at 5:00 this morning, remember? AE: That's right, but he always prefers you when he's scared at night. BG: That's not true, and anyway he wasn't scared. He wanted a new pullup. AE: Well you weren't awake to hear him. He said "I want Daddy. Mommy doesn't do as good of a job."
I just don't think he's buying it. Perhaps it's time to have a third baby.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: A c-section recovery doesn't last forever.Labels: Formula, Humor (at least Attempted), Mom-Care |
Hee hee. And another reason I will not have kids: Husband would just leave 'em crying through the night.