The Beast of Tanagra
Another early morning rising with the beast. This has been somewhat the recipe of late. Isabelle takes much of the middle of the night shift - feeding the beast and such - and when she finally awakens in the morning, I awaken to molify her, change her, manipulate her small arms and sing her bad hair-rock from the 70's and early 80's.
The morning wake-up is generally fairly painful as the beast is active and I am usually keen on sleeping and not being pawed out of bed by an over-tired wife-friend.
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I think people look at newborns and think: what unbridled joy awaits me when I embark on this! Certainly, our newborn is cute and gurgly (see pics uploaded yesterday in picture section) and everybody who lays eyes on her finds her to be the perfect calm little treasure, the ideal baby - which she normlly is during the day. However, at night, an altogether different creature emerges which I call the beast.
This beast can scream for nearly 2 hours straight at a go. This beast had me walking bleary eyed through the park by hobos and drunk teenagers pushing a pram and stopping at park benches to reason with the demon that had possessed the supposedly tranquil perfect baby.
Reflecting on this, I think that having a newborn is like having a really hot bitchy girlfriend. Everyone looks at you and thinks: what a lucky bastard! But behind closed doors she claws your face and won't sleep with you and generally makes your life a living hell.
This is the true reality of having a newborn methinks.
Then again, she is back to sleeping now and making cute little noises. Aaah what a small angel...