One month. Learning you by heart.
Second babies. Seriously. Time flies.
Milo Chap is one month old... which I was informed by the pediatrician promotes him from being a newborn to an infant. Really? Just like that, we are done with newborn days.
This kid though. You should smell his fuzzy head.
He loves being snuggled. He's a "hold-me-verticle-and-face-me-in" type boy. We found his sweet spot fast and it works like a charm.
It's amazing how fast you learn your babies. I was so anxious about this before both boys were born. But you learn them by heart.
He loves to be swaddled, loves to be held, loves to be outside, and loves his paci.
He took to nursing like a champ, and is one efficient little man. Nursing sessions last 10-15 minutes. He's sneaky with his burps, and they are hard to work up, but oh he will let you know if he's got a little air trapped. He weighed in at 8 pounds, 9 ounces and 21 inches long at his one month check.
We probably get about 1 hour of wakefulness in the morning and close to two hours in the late afternoon. Otherwise, he's a pretty snoozy baby, who can sleep through his brother's loudest drum sessions and his fiercest tantrums.
He eats every three hours during the day. His last feed for the evening is 10pm and then he wakes up at 2am for a middle of the night feed, and then crashes again until 6:30am. Sleep is precious, and we are not being deprived. What a gift when there is a toddler sleeping down the hall, gearing up for a day of adventures.
Speaking of the toddler, Oliver is coping amazingly with the new addition. He loves his "Bebe Mido" and is immediately by his side if he's on the floor... any little grunt from Milo is interpreted as "Mido's siiwwheee (silly)"
Apple is crazy generous with paternity leave and Matt went back to work last week while my parents were here. Monday was my first day alone with both boys and oh man. Oliver has been rocking a 101-102 degree fever, has no appetite, is not sleeping well, and is raging hangry ALL day. I have eaten more Trader Joe's cookies hidden behind the pantry door than I care to confess, and called my BF crying on the phone, because some days are just that hard.
But this is a season.
It is sweet. And it is hard. And there are tears in the shower, where I don't even bother to turn on the light, because I need a break from all the overstimulation that two, sweet, needy babes can have on a mom's nerves.
Mothering is not for the faint of heart.
And leaving the house with them both takes a special kind of bravery.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
--Ok, that's not entirely true. I would gladly have it without the fever and the tantrums. Those I would kick to the curb.
I wouldn't have it any other way, mostly.