Life on 2.5 Hour

Pre-baby, while working, my life was divided into hours. 9am-10am, meeting for customer issue escalation, 10-11am, no meeting, 11-12pm,  customer meeting, etc. On the weekend though, it was a continuation of endless minutes, until Sunday night of course. Never really had to worry about being here doing that when, except maybe for the occasional “We got to be home by 6pm to walk Twilight.”
Post-baby, I live a life of 2.5-hour intervals. Want to go to the doctor’s and then the post office? Will have to fit it into a this 2.5 hour slot. Want to sneak out to supermarket to buy some diapers and ice cream? Will have to sneak back before the 2.5 hour is up. How did the 2.5 hrs come about? Here’s the calculation:
-- 30 min of feeding (15 min on each side)
-- 15 min of changing diaper and cuddling
-- 1 hr 45 min of actual sleeping done by the baby
=> Total: 2.5 hrs

Of course, this is assuming that the baby didn’t want his third helping, or he didn’t decide to poop/pee again 2 minutes after you changed him. And if he does, it just cuts into his sleep. Not good.

See, the fact that I need to feed “in public” (or rather, in our SUV while it’s not sitting in our garage) isn’t so bad. But the challenge comes when the little guy wakes up with a soiled diaper. He wails as if being tortured by Cruella DeVil! The set of lungs the little guy has, I’m telling you, it’s incredible how something so little can scream so loud!

So our policy is to be home before the 2.5 hour is up.

Life on 2.5 hour. Story of my 10-days post-baby life.