One thing I've learned from being a Mommy is that no day is the same and no week is the same. That's a hard pill to swallow sometimes, especially for a Type A routine-freak like myself. Blake is pretty good at just going with the flow, but I really stress out sometimes. I'm constantly telling myself to take a chill pill. He's growing, happy, developing...and I'm stressing!
The week started great on Mother's Day. It was such a joy to go to church and be able to celebrate motherhood with my mom cohorts. One of my favorite moments was giving my friend Sommer a hug. She and her husband really struggled to have kids and she was such a source of encouragement and joy during my struggles. Her baby boy was born in November, so it was so fun to be able to celebrate the Lord's provision in our lives together!
Jordan got me a pair of earrings and a hat. How thoughtful!
Our poor guy has been congested all week. He is now acquainted with (and hates!) the snot-sucker. He does everything he can to keep me from sticking that thing in his nose and it usually means I quit or accidently shove it in too hard, which just makes him madder. Oh well. It hasn't affected his mood, but it has affected his sleep. He slept a few nights in the swing, which is just not as comfortable. But for some reason, he does great in the day. It's such a switch. I've been enjoying 3-4 hours of sleep at a time at night and now we're down to 2-3. It's such a change and it's been hard for me to adjust. I really don't know if it's the congestion or if it's a new phase that we're going to work through.
Either way, I'm kind of hitting that 3 month mark that everyone tells me about. It's the "my baby's not a newborn but still not sleeping like a bigger baby" stage. It's a period where he's awake more during the day, which means less opportunity to get things done (and nap) during the day, but still not sleeping through the night (or in Jordan's case not even coming close). I love the more awake during the day, but by the end of the day, we're both falling apart! I can't complain, because he's such a good baby. I just try to remind myself that he will only be 3 months old and 12 pounds, 5 ounces once in his life. We can never go back! I rejoice in the smiles and squeals and kicking feet and press on through the exhaustion!
Jordan got to see his Great-Granny and Great-Papa Bill yesterday who haven't seen him in a couple of months. They got a kick out of him and he got a kick out of Granny's shirt and Papa Bill's silly noises. He put on a smiling show for them, which I'm sure made the drive from Okmulgee worth it!
Jordan got me a pair of earrings and a hat. How thoughtful!
Either way, I'm kind of hitting that 3 month mark that everyone tells me about. It's the "my baby's not a newborn but still not sleeping like a bigger baby" stage. It's a period where he's awake more during the day, which means less opportunity to get things done (and nap) during the day, but still not sleeping through the night (or in Jordan's case not even coming close). I love the more awake during the day, but by the end of the day, we're both falling apart! I can't complain, because he's such a good baby. I just try to remind myself that he will only be 3 months old and 12 pounds, 5 ounces once in his life. We can never go back! I rejoice in the smiles and squeals and kicking feet and press on through the exhaustion!
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