Part Two: The joys of motherhood and Ozzy Osbourne

Okay, I know everybody has told me that every child is different, but since I already have one kid, I thought, "how different can they really be?" Apparently, they can be as different as night and day. I figured that my daughter would be just like my son and that the sleep deprivation would be high since I'd be feeding every two hours. Nope. She sleeps like a dream, it's eating that I'm having problems with! Caoimhe reminds me of the Coneheads from Saturday Night Live and if you remember them, you're really carbon dating yourself because they were from a long time ago. First off, her head is kind of shaped like a conehead even though she was a C-section baby, but here's where she really reminds me of the Coneheads, one of the things the Coneheads would say was "consume in mass quantities", that pretty much summarizes what she does with food. She consumes in mass quantities and I cannot keep up! You'd have to be half Jersey Cow to keep up with the milk demands of this small child who is smaller and lighter than her big bro when he was born!! Needless to say, I've had to supplement her feedings with formula because she'd lost so much weight at the hospital and since I've supplemented her feedings she's gained 4 oz in a day and she's gained another 4 oz after just three days!! I think it surprised both her regular pediatrician and the pediatrician who checked up on her just before our discharge. She's all about the food and sleep right now. I'm not complaining because I think I can deal with the consume in mass quantities better than the total sleep deprivation that I was dealt with the first time around. At least now, she's sleeping sometimes four hours at a time which means I get at least 2 and a half to three hours of sleep straight!

I bet you were wondering about what the hell Ozzy Osbourne has to do with motherhood. I was getting to that. Monday was Caoimhe's first pediatrician's visit and for the most part she did well. Her patience ran out at the end, though, and she spent the last half of the visit crying and she was still crying as we put her in her car seat and drove home. I thought that she'd go to sleep after the car broke 30 mph, but after breaking 55 mph and she's still screaming, I knew that there was little chance that she'd stop. I asked my husband to turn on the radio and tune it to the usual rap and R&B station that I listen to and hoped she'd remember the sounds of that station from when I was pregnant, but before he could get to that station, he hit a station playing Ozzy Osbourne. Caoimhe stopped crying immediately and started to fall asleep! Not just that, both hands went up and I swear that if I looked under the mittens that I'd put on her hands, her fingers would have been in the "rock on" formation often seen during Ozzy concerts! Now I have nothing against Ozzy, except for that stinker of a TV show they had on Fox, but I really didn't expect to have a six day old Ozzy fan on my hands. Oy, I guess what my mother said was right. Payback is a bitch.