Maddox and I met Dad for lunch at Daily Harvest before my doctor’s appointment yesterday. Mads had a good time looking around – lots to take in! He also ate bottled milk that was chilled – he’s so good about eating.
Here he is this morning in a footies outfit from his Nonni, fresh from a bath.
Mom’s spending part of the morning catching up on laundry – so many kind people have given Mads new outfits, and he’s growing into them very quickly!
I am so sleep deprived that I just wrote a thank you note, sealed it, and now I have no idea what it says. I am going to send it anyway and just hope for the best.
The good thing about being this tired is that it’s helping me to let Maddox sit on his own more. Usually, I like to just hold him as much as possible, which is great for cuddles but unfortunate when it comes to getting anything done.
Today, I put Mads in his swing, then into his Pack ‘n Play, I fed him, then put him back into the swing. I tried taping red cards to the side of the swing, with the hopes that they would entertain him for those extra couple of minutes needed before the motion of the swing lulls him to sleep. (Red is one of the colors babies like, because the high contrast makes it easier to see.)
I miss the cuddling, but there’s just too much to do today. He’s perfectly happy, so long as when he IS upset, I’m there. And, since I’m going to have to learn how to spend whole work days away from him, not holding him 24/7 is probably a good first step.
The next one is probably letting him sleep in his crib, in the nursery. My argument is that it’s illogical to place him farther away, because I’ll have to get up and go into another room to feed and change him, which is much more disruptive. Jon and Maddox both see through my clever ruse though – I just want Mads within snuggle distance.
For me, being a mom has been about training myself to relax. Relax about that coughing – you would cough too if you’d just inhaled 3 oz of milk. Relax about letting him sleep in his swing – it’s sturdy, and you don’t have to hold him all of the time. Relax about feeding him – there’s tons of milk, and he’ll eat formula, shirts, arms, pretty much anything you put in front of his mouth. And that diaper? Although it’s best to keep it fresh, a little poo will not cause lasting damage.
All in all, he is worth every moment of worry, and sleep deprivation is why New England has so freakin’ many Dunkin Donuts.
Our “little guy” is not so little anymore. He will be 6 weeks old on Saturday and he’s already wearing 3-6 month clothing. He met cousin Aoife (Auntie Kristy’s daughter) for the first time last weekend. Here’s Aoife holding Maddox, taken by Dad:
And a video:
Note how she’s about twice his size.
She’s 2 1/2.
Now, being his Mom, I’m ridiculously proud of him for growing. It’s great – he’ll be able to intimidate all the mean kids on the playground if they try to steal his ice cream.
I’ve been sick for the past week – temp fluctuating between 102 and 104, muscle aches, chills, you name it. I’ve been worried about Maddox getting sick, and Jon stayed home on Tuesday to take care of him.
The OB GYN, pediatrician and lactation consultants had conflicting opinions about whether I should feed Mads formula or not, so after much debate, we kept him on formula while the fever was up and then switched back to regular feeding when it returned to normal.
On a positive note, we realized how loved Maddox is and how great it is to live near a support network of family and friends. On Wednesday, Papa (my Dad) and Auntie Kate came up for shifts to help out, and Nonni (Jon’s Mom) even volunteered to fly in. Also, it’s great to know that he’ll take formula – now there’s just a little bit less pressure on Mom in case of emergencies.
Here are some quick images, before he wakes up and computer time is over:
This last photo isn’t from this morning, but it’s still cute:
I mentioned in my last post that Maddox has started focusing on objects. Here is a video of Mads checking out his Pack ‘n Play mobile:
There’s a little smile, and then he notices Mom filming him, realizes he’s not being held/fed/adored and bursts into tears.
It doesn’t last long though – I rewound the mobile, and he’s happy again:
And here is our little monkey with his little monkey – thanks Aunties Cass & Tess!
