It is amazing to me how much patience I have for Owen. Like, unending. Perhaps this, too, is a phase that I will grow out of — but for now, the little guy can do no wrong. I will rock him as long as he needs to be rocked to fall asleep, encourage him to eat when he is being pokey, try different positions endlessly when he is uncomfortable. It seems, though, that the more patience I have for him, the less I seem to have for others.
Namely, Schnitzel. And sometimes Benjamin.
Schnitzel was my first baby. Benjamin and I got him a few short months after we got married, and we became a happy family of three. He was 8 weeks old when we got him, and we went through many of the “new parent” duties like getting up in the middle of the night to pee, and listening to his sad little whimpers and cries for the first few nights that he was away from his family. We spent hours teaching him commands and how to walk on a leash (he’s now upwards of 80 pounds… it’s a darn good thing we taught him to be so well-behaved!). We walked him religiously and planned our Saturdays around trips to the dog park or hikes.
Now? Now it’s hard for me to even squeeze in our midday walk. I can’t really remember the last time I laid down on the floor with him and cuddled him (which used to happen almost every night, pre-baby). Don’t get me wrong — I still love him just as much. And I try. It’s just that it’s hard to fit it all in, and I think Schnitzel time has been replaced by (or at least bumped, for the time being) Owen time.
I find that I just don’t have patience with Schnitzel like I used to. The jingle of his collar is one of the only sounds that wakes Owen up, even from a deep sleep. So when he shakes his head and I’ve forgotten to take his collar off in the house, I want to scold him and yank it off — knowing full well that it’s not Schnitzel’s fault he made noise, but still wanting to take it out on the dog. Similarly, when he’s sniffing and licking Owen, I find myself saying “Ok, that’s enough” and pushing Schnitzel away without even really patting him myself. My brain knows that he’s just trying to sniff the baby and give him some love, but my limited patience sees it as annoying and bothersome. And on our walks, where I used to let Schnitzel wander around and sniff every bush, now I pull him along because if I stop walking, the baby sleeping in the Bjorn will wake up. Poor pup!
I always said that I wouldn’t be one of those people who ignored their pet as soon as their baby came along. And I’m not… today we went for an hour long walk, and I make a concerted effort to give him some love and attention at least once a day. But once a day is quite a downgrade from what he was enjoying before!
Anyone else feel like your patience runs thin for your four-legged babies as a result of the two-legged ones?