Will is going to be 15 weeks tomorrow. I keep losing track and having to count all over again. It doesn't seem possible that he's already going to be 15 weeks! He'll be a 4 month old so soon, when he only just turned 3 months. It's going so fast.
Watching Will grow up makes me sure that I wouldn't want to stop having kids yet. Bill and I were looking at Will and Katie play last night and noting how much Will can do now. We both agreed that we'd be really depressed if he was our last one. We're definitely not ready for a baby's firsts to be our lasts yet. We have two amazing kids, but we don't feel complete as a family yet.
I have started looking into options for the next baby awhile, as I know it's going to take me a long time to decide. I've been talking with some women who have delivered their babies at the Lehigh hospital, instead of the hospital I've been delivering at, which I really hate. All of them have glowing reviews of that hospital, very similar to my own from when we were there with Will for his RSV. Some talked about how their doctors really worked with them to give them the birth they wanted. I think I'm going to look into the local OBGYN practices who deliver at LVH and see if I like the idea of going with them better. I'm tired of midwives being so overworked that they go home to sleep instead of staying with you while giving birth. I'm tired of waiting for over an hour in the waiting room each time because there's just so many patients and not enough midwives. I'm tired of feeling like I barely knew the midwives, who are quickly becoming medwives, and I'm tired of never getting my birth center birth and ending up in a hospital I hate. If I'm going to be in a hospital to deliver, then it might as well be a quality hospital with doctors and nurses who are much better than Reading's. With both Will and Katie, it felt like the hospital was trying to keep us held hostage. We had to fight to leave, fight to have things done our way, it was difficult the entire time. When I was at LVH with Will for his RSV though, the doctors asked me every time what I was comfortable with before ordering anything. They asked me if I felt okay with being discharged or if I wanted to stay. Before ordering any procedures, they talked to me and asked if I felt like they were a good idea or if I had anything I wanted done. I looked like an overly tired, emotional young mom and instead of taking advantage of that and telling me that they were going to do whatever they wanted to do like Reading would have, they made sure to have me be apart of everything and accomidate me. Everything they did was explained thoroughly. I want that for my birth. While I'm hesitant to leave the birth center for a few reasons, I know that I do not want to end up in Reading again. It's a lot to consider and think over.
Back to Will, he has barely a trace of infancy left in him. He now does crunches to try and sit himself up from a lying position. If I am standing next to the swing that he wants out of, he'll start using his arms and arching his back to get himself out. He loves his hands, and is getting quite good at using them instead of accidently stabbing himself in the eye all the time. He enjoys a lot of things now, from toys to Katie's tv shows.
His hair is growing a lot on top. He currently has this mohawk thing happening right now, as the sides of his head doesn't have hair that grows as fast (Katie's was the same) but the hair on top is super fuzzy and growing twice the length.
The last few nights he's been sleeping better. Sometimes he's swaddled, other times he's just cuddled up into me. But he's been sleeping longer, which makes me feel so much better. His naps are spread out a bit further now, and he gets bored quicker though
He's also officially in size 6-9 clothing. I had to go dig out the outfits from the basement in that size - which there's not enough of. In both length and width, he won't fit in anything under 6 months now. He does fit in some 9-12 month clothing as well. I fear that he won't be lasting very long in his size 3 diapers and will soon be in size 4. He's such a chunker!
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
One Year Ago Today...
Will no longer things it's possible to go to sleep without a vacuum cleaner anymore. He ALWAYS fights sleep, and no matter what I try, no matter what combination, if the vacuum cleaner is on, he's going to win the fight.
Which made Friday night VERY difficult. At around 10:30 PM, all of the electricity in the house shut off. It flickered on twice, and then was out again. Apparently on the next street over, there was a pole on fire with one of the electrical boxes on it - so it was then we knew that it wasn't going to be a quick fix. Since both kids had napped late that day, it was instant misery for me, especially because Friday nights are what I look forward to all week. It's our day to have some fun snack, catch up on the week's tv shows, and just relax. Suddenly, I couldn't do ANYTHING. Luckily we always have our flashlights in the same room as us, as we had to stay up a few hours (the entire time I was praying everything would come back on, but nope!) We finally tried to head to bed around 1 AM, but Will wasn't having it. He was waiting for his vacuum cleaner to force him to sleep. I had no lights to do much walking, no vacuum cleaner, and no tv shows to keep me sane. It was then I re-discovered that swaddling him works wonders. He went from LOVING swaddling as an infant to now hating it with a passion - but I realized that he hates it because it works and makes him give into the sleep. He was angry for about two minutes, and then he zonked out.
Last night I was SO tired. We went to bed before midnight, which is highly unusual. Will once again didn't want to go to sleep. This time I took what I learned from Friday night. I zipped him up in his swaddler (he's too big for the blankets now, he just instantly breaks out of them) and took him downstairs to walk with the vacuum cleaner (because teaming up the two things he's weak against should definitely do the trick.) This little angry tiger of a baby who hates sleep was out like a light in about a minute. I took him upstairs and laid him down and he stayed asleep. The best part was that he actually slept really well through the night, and when I woke up in the morning he was still snoozing away. I got up and made breakfast while he continued to sleep all cuddled up in his swaddler. Of course when he woke up and realized he was swaddled, he was angry. As soon as I unzipped him so he could wrestle around like the little chubby bear he is, he was happy again. Hopefully, this trick will let me get some more sleep now. I'm SO tired!
Today is a big day. April 6th used to be known as "Sophie's Birthday". She's 3 now, I think. Maybe 4. Probably 4. But anyway, this day is now a very different day.
This day, last year, was the day I had to cut yard sale shopping short. This was the day I was completely annoyed with my pestering mother, because she wouldn't stop saying that she just KNEW that I was pregnant, that she had a dream that told her I was and that she could feel it. It was really annoying because I knew that I wasn't pregnant. It was even more annoying when I couldn't just enjoy finding my new Snow White teapot, because my mother insisted it was a sign from God that I was pregnant, which I thought was silly because I was NOT pregnant.
This was the day I had made out really well in yard sales, but had to call Bill to take me to urgent care because the black eye that Katie had given me had become infected. It was when the nurse asked me if I was pregnant, and I said it was very unlikely but laughed as I jokingly told her that my mom kept saying I was, so maybe I should be checked.
This was the day that I screamed when the nurse asked me which way I was hoping the test would go as she smiled at the results hidden in her hand. It was when I cried, very painfully, out of my swollen eye as I jumped up and down saying how I couldn't believe it and I was so excited. This was when I no longer cared about my eye, or what had to be done with it because I was pregnant. As we passed by everyone who worked there, they all told us congratulations and what a funny way to find out.
This had been the week of hell in our book. It was when Bill had to miss an important day of work because the car suddenly no longer worked and we were told that repairing the engine would cost us more than we could afford. It was when my eye was first black and blue and swollen, then more swollen, then so itchy that I couldn't stand to be awake from the pain and I couldn't sleep because my eye didn't close right. But at the end of the week, we stumbled upon an expensive, awesome double stroller just an hour before we found out that we were expecting another baby.
Here we are, one whole year later, with a wonderfully bubbly, beautiful little boy who fits into our family so perfectly. This little boy is so adored and loved and his smiles are often some of the best parts of my day.
2013 started off as the worst year of my life. It was instantly filled with so much pain and devastation. I went through weeks of feeling so depressed. It was a long journey through the year, with so many ups and downs. The year ended in a way I never could have thought possible back in the beginning of the year. It ended so blessed, in so much joy and thankfulness. Elizabeth sent us the perfect Christmas gift.
What a huge difference just one year makes!
Which made Friday night VERY difficult. At around 10:30 PM, all of the electricity in the house shut off. It flickered on twice, and then was out again. Apparently on the next street over, there was a pole on fire with one of the electrical boxes on it - so it was then we knew that it wasn't going to be a quick fix. Since both kids had napped late that day, it was instant misery for me, especially because Friday nights are what I look forward to all week. It's our day to have some fun snack, catch up on the week's tv shows, and just relax. Suddenly, I couldn't do ANYTHING. Luckily we always have our flashlights in the same room as us, as we had to stay up a few hours (the entire time I was praying everything would come back on, but nope!) We finally tried to head to bed around 1 AM, but Will wasn't having it. He was waiting for his vacuum cleaner to force him to sleep. I had no lights to do much walking, no vacuum cleaner, and no tv shows to keep me sane. It was then I re-discovered that swaddling him works wonders. He went from LOVING swaddling as an infant to now hating it with a passion - but I realized that he hates it because it works and makes him give into the sleep. He was angry for about two minutes, and then he zonked out.
Last night I was SO tired. We went to bed before midnight, which is highly unusual. Will once again didn't want to go to sleep. This time I took what I learned from Friday night. I zipped him up in his swaddler (he's too big for the blankets now, he just instantly breaks out of them) and took him downstairs to walk with the vacuum cleaner (because teaming up the two things he's weak against should definitely do the trick.) This little angry tiger of a baby who hates sleep was out like a light in about a minute. I took him upstairs and laid him down and he stayed asleep. The best part was that he actually slept really well through the night, and when I woke up in the morning he was still snoozing away. I got up and made breakfast while he continued to sleep all cuddled up in his swaddler. Of course when he woke up and realized he was swaddled, he was angry. As soon as I unzipped him so he could wrestle around like the little chubby bear he is, he was happy again. Hopefully, this trick will let me get some more sleep now. I'm SO tired!
Today is a big day. April 6th used to be known as "Sophie's Birthday". She's 3 now, I think. Maybe 4. Probably 4. But anyway, this day is now a very different day.
This day, last year, was the day I had to cut yard sale shopping short. This was the day I was completely annoyed with my pestering mother, because she wouldn't stop saying that she just KNEW that I was pregnant, that she had a dream that told her I was and that she could feel it. It was really annoying because I knew that I wasn't pregnant. It was even more annoying when I couldn't just enjoy finding my new Snow White teapot, because my mother insisted it was a sign from God that I was pregnant, which I thought was silly because I was NOT pregnant.
This was the day I had made out really well in yard sales, but had to call Bill to take me to urgent care because the black eye that Katie had given me had become infected. It was when the nurse asked me if I was pregnant, and I said it was very unlikely but laughed as I jokingly told her that my mom kept saying I was, so maybe I should be checked.
This was the day that I screamed when the nurse asked me which way I was hoping the test would go as she smiled at the results hidden in her hand. It was when I cried, very painfully, out of my swollen eye as I jumped up and down saying how I couldn't believe it and I was so excited. This was when I no longer cared about my eye, or what had to be done with it because I was pregnant. As we passed by everyone who worked there, they all told us congratulations and what a funny way to find out.
This had been the week of hell in our book. It was when Bill had to miss an important day of work because the car suddenly no longer worked and we were told that repairing the engine would cost us more than we could afford. It was when my eye was first black and blue and swollen, then more swollen, then so itchy that I couldn't stand to be awake from the pain and I couldn't sleep because my eye didn't close right. But at the end of the week, we stumbled upon an expensive, awesome double stroller just an hour before we found out that we were expecting another baby.
Here we are, one whole year later, with a wonderfully bubbly, beautiful little boy who fits into our family so perfectly. This little boy is so adored and loved and his smiles are often some of the best parts of my day.
2013 started off as the worst year of my life. It was instantly filled with so much pain and devastation. I went through weeks of feeling so depressed. It was a long journey through the year, with so many ups and downs. The year ended in a way I never could have thought possible back in the beginning of the year. It ended so blessed, in so much joy and thankfulness. Elizabeth sent us the perfect Christmas gift.
What a huge difference just one year makes!
Thursday, April 3, 2014
3 Months
I totally lost track of how old Will was. He's now 13 weeks - something I discovered by counting and then recounting because I couldn't believe it. It's going so quickly!
While Katie was at the doctor's today for her routine checkup (she did really well, even with her vaccinations! She's now 28.3 lbs and 35 inches) they weighed Will at the same time to see where he was. I was estimating that he'd be 17 and 1/2 lbs, but he exceeded that. Little Chubbers is now 18 lbs and 3 oz! I know at some point he has to plateau, but apparently it's not yet!
He's doing more and more things with his hands by the day. He loves just staring at his fist and giggling at it, but he also uses it to grab his toys, bat at them, and he loves to chew on them. Instead of sucking his thumb, he sort of munches of half a fist because his thumb isn't big enough!
He loves when Katie sings to him. While I prepare food or clean up, she'll go over to him and sing songs from the movie Frozen, and he'll stare at her with the biggest smile. She's definitely his best buddy! He prefers her to even nursing. If she's on the other side of him when I'm trying to nurse, he'll delatch (sometimes painfully!) to giggle and stare at her. Apparently everything she does is fascinating!
While Katie was at the doctor's today for her routine checkup (she did really well, even with her vaccinations! She's now 28.3 lbs and 35 inches) they weighed Will at the same time to see where he was. I was estimating that he'd be 17 and 1/2 lbs, but he exceeded that. Little Chubbers is now 18 lbs and 3 oz! I know at some point he has to plateau, but apparently it's not yet!
He's doing more and more things with his hands by the day. He loves just staring at his fist and giggling at it, but he also uses it to grab his toys, bat at them, and he loves to chew on them. Instead of sucking his thumb, he sort of munches of half a fist because his thumb isn't big enough!
He loves when Katie sings to him. While I prepare food or clean up, she'll go over to him and sing songs from the movie Frozen, and he'll stare at her with the biggest smile. She's definitely his best buddy! He prefers her to even nursing. If she's on the other side of him when I'm trying to nurse, he'll delatch (sometimes painfully!) to giggle and stare at her. Apparently everything she does is fascinating!
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
12 weeks
This blog goes through quite a few title changes as time goes on! In the beginning, it was "Seeking Our Rainbow". When we found that rainbow much sooner than we had thought we would, it became "Growing Our Rainbow" through pregnancy. Now it's Raising Our Rainbow, now that our rainbow is here in our arms. It's been a wonderful little journey.
This is truly the happiest baby I've ever seen. Sure, he's a total cranky grump when he's resisting sleep, but he's a little joy at any other time. He is constantly giggling, cooing, and showing us big gummy smiles. He's so desperately trying to talk. He makes the craziest little noises while contorting his mouth in funny little ways. I'm sure he's going to be an early talker. He's so eager!
I'm definitely starting to see that amazing little boy love for his mommy. There's something about the way he is with me that is different than with Katie. Katie has always been my little buddy, but it's like with Will, I am the center of his universe. He loves no one like he loves me. Katie wasn't like that, especially now she is 100% Daddy's girl. She's now his buddy, she'll ditch me in a second to spend time with him. But as a baby, she was always fine just hanging out with him so I could get a shower or get things done. Not with Will though. Will wants me and only me. He looks at me with an adoration that I could soak in for the rest of my life if I could.
Having one of each is really the best thing ever. I have SO much fun with Katie. She's my princess, my girly girl, the one who wants nail polish and tutus and dresses and chap stick. She's everything I've ever wanted in a girl, complete with loving Disney movies that she wants to watch over and over again and singing every single song in it. She loves to dance and she's going to be a great little ballerina one day.
And then there's Will, my little bruiser chunk who makes it clear that Mommy is the only one he wants. He's the happiest little thing and he loves being in my arms as much as I love to cuddle him. He's my little super hero. He's my silly little Rainbow who adores his mommy.
I'm so thrilled that I get the opportunity to both have my princess girly girl and my Mommy's boy!
Speaking of which, he's going to be THREE MONTHS OLD tomorrow. It makes me want to cry. How are these months going by so quickly?? He's growing so fast. He's barely an infant anymore. He's changed so quickly and so much in the last few weeks. He's an exploring, curious baby who barely resembles a three month old. He's trying to crawl by sticking his toes in the floor and pushing himself along. He continually tries to sit up unassisted. He wants to talk. He has a rolling giggle. He enjoys Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and chatting with his sister. He has things he always likes and things he dislikes and he has these little opinions about things now! My little boy is already growing up!
This is truly the happiest baby I've ever seen. Sure, he's a total cranky grump when he's resisting sleep, but he's a little joy at any other time. He is constantly giggling, cooing, and showing us big gummy smiles. He's so desperately trying to talk. He makes the craziest little noises while contorting his mouth in funny little ways. I'm sure he's going to be an early talker. He's so eager!
I'm definitely starting to see that amazing little boy love for his mommy. There's something about the way he is with me that is different than with Katie. Katie has always been my little buddy, but it's like with Will, I am the center of his universe. He loves no one like he loves me. Katie wasn't like that, especially now she is 100% Daddy's girl. She's now his buddy, she'll ditch me in a second to spend time with him. But as a baby, she was always fine just hanging out with him so I could get a shower or get things done. Not with Will though. Will wants me and only me. He looks at me with an adoration that I could soak in for the rest of my life if I could.
Having one of each is really the best thing ever. I have SO much fun with Katie. She's my princess, my girly girl, the one who wants nail polish and tutus and dresses and chap stick. She's everything I've ever wanted in a girl, complete with loving Disney movies that she wants to watch over and over again and singing every single song in it. She loves to dance and she's going to be a great little ballerina one day.
And then there's Will, my little bruiser chunk who makes it clear that Mommy is the only one he wants. He's the happiest little thing and he loves being in my arms as much as I love to cuddle him. He's my little super hero. He's my silly little Rainbow who adores his mommy.
I'm so thrilled that I get the opportunity to both have my princess girly girl and my Mommy's boy!
Speaking of which, he's going to be THREE MONTHS OLD tomorrow. It makes me want to cry. How are these months going by so quickly?? He's growing so fast. He's barely an infant anymore. He's changed so quickly and so much in the last few weeks. He's an exploring, curious baby who barely resembles a three month old. He's trying to crawl by sticking his toes in the floor and pushing himself along. He continually tries to sit up unassisted. He wants to talk. He has a rolling giggle. He enjoys Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and chatting with his sister. He has things he always likes and things he dislikes and he has these little opinions about things now! My little boy is already growing up!
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Catch up!
It's been almost two weeks since my last post. I've been SO busy! I started up my hat business again, where I'm hoping to make one big hat project each week (I'm going for more elaborate designs this year). Will keeps me up and moving at all times, and when he finally naps, it's Katie's turn to keep me running!
Will got his doctor appointment last week and he is now off the charts in both weight and height! He's doing great health wise. He got his Hep B and his DtaP, which he didn't cry at all for and took them both really well. Later that day he had a rough time and was really sore, but he recovered quickly after that. As of March 11th, he was 16 lbs, 8oz and 25.5 inches tall!
He's such a happy little baby right now! He loves to chatter, he has such an adorable rolling giggle, and he adores his big sister. He's so interactive! He's now interested in toys, he loves to hold things in his hands and chew on things. I'm wondering if he's starting to teethe, as he now chews on me, his fists, and his toys all the time plus being extra drooly.
We got him an activity mat today! I never got Katie one because she used to use the swing and bouncer mobiles instead, but he hates swings and bouncers. But both of the kids love it. I got him a King Size activity mat (I know, I had no idea they had them either! But it's good, because I was looking at normal sized ones and thinking he wouldn't fit. Just like how I need to find a bigger baby tub for him, because he's now squished shoulder to shoulder in his current one. Katie used that until she was a year old!!) because Katie and the baby both fit in there. Katie loves it just as much as he does!
Will is starting to sit up on his own. When I try to prop him up on the sofa, he leans himself forward until he's unsupported and tries to stay that way as long as possible. He's doing really well! It took Katie until she was 5-6 months to sit up independently, so I have no idea what this little guy is up to already!
Will got his doctor appointment last week and he is now off the charts in both weight and height! He's doing great health wise. He got his Hep B and his DtaP, which he didn't cry at all for and took them both really well. Later that day he had a rough time and was really sore, but he recovered quickly after that. As of March 11th, he was 16 lbs, 8oz and 25.5 inches tall!
He's such a happy little baby right now! He loves to chatter, he has such an adorable rolling giggle, and he adores his big sister. He's so interactive! He's now interested in toys, he loves to hold things in his hands and chew on things. I'm wondering if he's starting to teethe, as he now chews on me, his fists, and his toys all the time plus being extra drooly.
We got him an activity mat today! I never got Katie one because she used to use the swing and bouncer mobiles instead, but he hates swings and bouncers. But both of the kids love it. I got him a King Size activity mat (I know, I had no idea they had them either! But it's good, because I was looking at normal sized ones and thinking he wouldn't fit. Just like how I need to find a bigger baby tub for him, because he's now squished shoulder to shoulder in his current one. Katie used that until she was a year old!!) because Katie and the baby both fit in there. Katie loves it just as much as he does!
Will is starting to sit up on his own. When I try to prop him up on the sofa, he leans himself forward until he's unsupported and tries to stay that way as long as possible. He's doing really well! It took Katie until she was 5-6 months to sit up independently, so I have no idea what this little guy is up to already!
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Postpartum Checkup
I had my "6 week" appointment today (at 10 weeks PP). Luckily Will sat really well for it, because I ended up filling out paperwork for a half hour. It felt like I was in school again taking a test! It took forever and I didn't know half the answers. There were questions (and the midwife and her assistant were both asking about it while I was trying to fill it out) like back when they were discovering that I had cancer, did they give me a pap smear to help diagnose? I dunno, I was busy being traumatized by having a giant tumor and being told I had cancer! How would I remember if one of the million tests they performed on me included a pap and what the results were? I was so flustered, I couldn't remember if the mathematical symbol ">" meant greater than or less than, and very nearly marked that I had more than 10 sexual partners (yeah, that would have been a little awkward!)
The good news though is I am at a good weight (now down to 128 lbs fully clothed), everything healed up fine and looks normal, and the midwife said I am already getting my abs back when she checked, which she said is a great sign.
They also wanted to know about how the breastfeeding was going. They asked if I was sore or had any nipple problems, which I said no to, and then they asked if I was having any difficulties or a low supply. Half way through her question though, the midwife noticed Will and said "oh...he's got to be like 13 lbs already, isn't he?" I told her that when he was checked a little over a week ago, he was a little over 15 lbs. Her eyes bulged a bit and then said "I guess we'll just skip over the nursing difficulty questions, you're obviously not having any!" It's the same thing the pediatrician said when she saw his weight. Will is one chunky monkey!
The good news though is I am at a good weight (now down to 128 lbs fully clothed), everything healed up fine and looks normal, and the midwife said I am already getting my abs back when she checked, which she said is a great sign.
They also wanted to know about how the breastfeeding was going. They asked if I was sore or had any nipple problems, which I said no to, and then they asked if I was having any difficulties or a low supply. Half way through her question though, the midwife noticed Will and said "oh...he's got to be like 13 lbs already, isn't he?" I told her that when he was checked a little over a week ago, he was a little over 15 lbs. Her eyes bulged a bit and then said "I guess we'll just skip over the nursing difficulty questions, you're obviously not having any!" It's the same thing the pediatrician said when she saw his weight. Will is one chunky monkey!
Sunday, March 2, 2014
9 Weeks Old
Will is now 9 weeks old. He's growing so quickly!
Already, he's trying to learn how to sit up. When I sit him up against the sofa, he tries to sit forward enough so he's sitting up all by himself. His balance is getting much better, he no longer just slumps off to the side but keeps himself upright.
His smiles are even more frequent. He's so social, he wants constant face to face interaction. Sometimes when I can't figure out what he wants, when I change him, feed him, walk him, put him in his swing, etc and he's still crying, I find just sitting with him and having him close face to face with me will make him happy. He loves to babble, coo and giggle while studying my face.
He is becoming such a mommy's boy! When he wakes up in his swing and calls for me and then sees me walk over, he breaks out in a huge smile. When I hand him to Bill, he'll be fine until I walk away - then he starts to scream. He would rather be laying near me where he can see me than being held by anyone else. It's so odd, Katie was never like this. She never had a problem spending time with Daddy, or swinging for a while as I took a shower. Even though she had 100% of my attention and time, she didn't need it. She was fine with her daddy too. (Though her skin wasn't - it's funny that the child who was allergic to Bill was the one more attached to him. Will doesn't have the same allergic reaction but he wants only one person!) Now that Katie is 2 1/2, Daddy is her best buddy. She adores her Daddy. If she has to choose between spending time with me or spending time with him, she'll choose him. It works out really well now, since Will takes up my arms so often because he wants me, Katie doesn't feel left out because she'd rather be with Bill anyway.
Will's absolute favorite thing is to be swaddled, another opposite of Katie who absolutely hated it and would enrage her. The last few days when I start to swaddle him, he'll realize what I'm doing and break out in a huge smile. He so enjoys being so wrapped up! I realized last week that while he doesn't mind sleeping away from me at all (which is so odd, as when he's awake he wants to be with me. Katie didn't mind not having me while awake, but when going to sleep she wanted to always be curled up in my arms) he hates feeling like he's all over the place. When I lay him in the crib right now, he'll start to flail about with his arms. If he's sleeping, he'll startle awake and cry. But I can't let him sleep swaddled in the big blankets, as he enjoys nuzzling his face into them, and he'll slide down into it until he covers his face. To fix this, I decided to finally get a woombie to swaddle him safely. I think he'll really enjoy it, and we'll both be able to sleep much better at night.
This is what the woombie I bought looks like. I ended up splurging on a good one, as we had the cheap velcro ones with Katie. Before she was even at this stage, she was easily breaking through them and unwrapping herself. Will is even bigger than she was, so I skipped the cheap ones and went for the nice zipper kind that also has ventilation. Plus, I really like the looks of it! It's cute and gender neutral for further use.
I spent an hour last night going through pictures from when Katie was a newborn to now. I couldn't believe how, in so many pictures, she looks EXACTLY like Will. If you take off her bows, her pink outfits, and her long curly hair, you wouldn't be able to tell if it was her or Will. I have a feeling they're going to look VERY alike when they're older! I'm thinking Will might have even lighter hair than Katie, as hers starting off almost black and turned golden around 3-4 months old. Will started off with a light brown color, and the new hair that's growing is already so light. You can't even see his eyebrows unless in direct light because they're a platinum color. I'm waiting to see if his eyes are going to turn green like Katie's or stay blue. I think they would have started to get darker if they were going to turn brown, but they're a medium blue. Just like Katie, he has a very light color around his pupils - Katie's turned yellow for a year before finally mixing with the blue to turn green. His is still a very, very light blue, almost an off white color.
Here's some pictures of my little boy:
All swaddled up:
Two months old with Mickey:
With his best buddy:
His many adorable faces:
Already, he's trying to learn how to sit up. When I sit him up against the sofa, he tries to sit forward enough so he's sitting up all by himself. His balance is getting much better, he no longer just slumps off to the side but keeps himself upright.
His smiles are even more frequent. He's so social, he wants constant face to face interaction. Sometimes when I can't figure out what he wants, when I change him, feed him, walk him, put him in his swing, etc and he's still crying, I find just sitting with him and having him close face to face with me will make him happy. He loves to babble, coo and giggle while studying my face.
He is becoming such a mommy's boy! When he wakes up in his swing and calls for me and then sees me walk over, he breaks out in a huge smile. When I hand him to Bill, he'll be fine until I walk away - then he starts to scream. He would rather be laying near me where he can see me than being held by anyone else. It's so odd, Katie was never like this. She never had a problem spending time with Daddy, or swinging for a while as I took a shower. Even though she had 100% of my attention and time, she didn't need it. She was fine with her daddy too. (Though her skin wasn't - it's funny that the child who was allergic to Bill was the one more attached to him. Will doesn't have the same allergic reaction but he wants only one person!) Now that Katie is 2 1/2, Daddy is her best buddy. She adores her Daddy. If she has to choose between spending time with me or spending time with him, she'll choose him. It works out really well now, since Will takes up my arms so often because he wants me, Katie doesn't feel left out because she'd rather be with Bill anyway.
Will's absolute favorite thing is to be swaddled, another opposite of Katie who absolutely hated it and would enrage her. The last few days when I start to swaddle him, he'll realize what I'm doing and break out in a huge smile. He so enjoys being so wrapped up! I realized last week that while he doesn't mind sleeping away from me at all (which is so odd, as when he's awake he wants to be with me. Katie didn't mind not having me while awake, but when going to sleep she wanted to always be curled up in my arms) he hates feeling like he's all over the place. When I lay him in the crib right now, he'll start to flail about with his arms. If he's sleeping, he'll startle awake and cry. But I can't let him sleep swaddled in the big blankets, as he enjoys nuzzling his face into them, and he'll slide down into it until he covers his face. To fix this, I decided to finally get a woombie to swaddle him safely. I think he'll really enjoy it, and we'll both be able to sleep much better at night.
This is what the woombie I bought looks like. I ended up splurging on a good one, as we had the cheap velcro ones with Katie. Before she was even at this stage, she was easily breaking through them and unwrapping herself. Will is even bigger than she was, so I skipped the cheap ones and went for the nice zipper kind that also has ventilation. Plus, I really like the looks of it! It's cute and gender neutral for further use.
I spent an hour last night going through pictures from when Katie was a newborn to now. I couldn't believe how, in so many pictures, she looks EXACTLY like Will. If you take off her bows, her pink outfits, and her long curly hair, you wouldn't be able to tell if it was her or Will. I have a feeling they're going to look VERY alike when they're older! I'm thinking Will might have even lighter hair than Katie, as hers starting off almost black and turned golden around 3-4 months old. Will started off with a light brown color, and the new hair that's growing is already so light. You can't even see his eyebrows unless in direct light because they're a platinum color. I'm waiting to see if his eyes are going to turn green like Katie's or stay blue. I think they would have started to get darker if they were going to turn brown, but they're a medium blue. Just like Katie, he has a very light color around his pupils - Katie's turned yellow for a year before finally mixing with the blue to turn green. His is still a very, very light blue, almost an off white color.
Here's some pictures of my little boy:
All swaddled up:
Two months old with Mickey:
With his best buddy:
His many adorable faces:
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