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Weekly update, here we go. It's been an overall good week for us. Wally is almost 5 weeks already, and yesterday I cleaned out his clothing drawer and took out all the little onesies he's been wearing since birth and put them in a pile. They are already a little snug, and I'm sure by next week they won't fit. So I'm loaning them over to Kacey (my sister-in-law who is due with thier little guy in 3 weeks). This is the part where I cry just a little! Wally is growing like a weed. Or more like a loaf of bread - he's just puffing out. His little wrists have fat rolls, his legs have two big rolls between the knee and hip, his chin and neck are ever thickening... I think its adorable.
For as much as I like to complain about being tired, not getting any exercise, and trying to figure out how to combat the fussies - I have to say that I have it pretty good. Wally does sleep well during the afternoons, and last night we had a 4 hour sleep marathon! Breastfeeding is going soooo much better this week. I can shower! I can get dressed without being on constant guard that nothing get within 2 feet of my nipples. I've stopped watching the clock and taking him off after 15 minutes because of the pain. Hooray! Breastfeeding is WORK. Not as much work, mind you, as formula and pumping and all that crap. But if you think you'll be walking around wearing a feeding baby cradled in one hand and drinking a capuccino in the other like I did, think again.
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| This is what I do while pinned under a nursing baby. Learning to use textures in GIMP! My first attempt |
Last Friday we had this great collision of events where Wally chuckled and smiled at the same time. It was his first laugh! Of course, he's still too young for a true laugh, but I'll count it.
On Wednesday I finally realized how "not running the show" I really am. The New Mama group was getting together at Ridgedale for a mall walk. Wally was fussy and crying all morning and didn't really eat much, but I wanted to get out and go. So I did. I forced it when in my head I was thinking "maybe you should just sit this one out Em." It was a disaster. We got to the mall and Wally immediately started crying and didn't really stop. Instead of having a pleasent walk, talking with my new friends, I spent the whole time finding a changing bathroom, then finding the Macy's bathroom with the lounge where I could feed him, then trying to sit down in a chair in the food court trying to discreetly feed him again only half covered with the blanket I brought. By the end of it, I was strung out and crabby. Life lesson # 482 - Don't force it.
This week's milestones: First laugh, almost grown out of his first newborn clothes, eyes and hair lightening up a little, first splash of newborn acne all over face, blew out of diaper 3 times on Thurs, falling asleep easier at night
