Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Wordless Wednesday: ONE MONTH OLD


We survived Asher's first month.  Because we are thoroughly sleep deprived, I thought this would be a great time for a photo dump from lots of the cuteness on my iPhone camera rather than actually typing much.  Enjoy!



 

Colin reliving the joy of his baby gear :)  














"my two babies" ~Colin




Monday, March 2, 2015

Weeks 3 and 4 - the recap

We are falling into a semi-predictable rhythm over here. Asher is on an eat-wake-sleep cycle of around 3 hours with a couple of wakings to eat overnight, and Colin is on his same-old one nap rhythm with three meals, a couple snacks, lots of energy to burn and endless desire for as much television as I will possibly permit.


I was looking through the blog archives, and I stumbled upon a great summary of my current existence, as written by me when Colin was just shy of one month old:
"As Colin has gotten older (oh yes, so old already), we are falling into a nice rhythm of sleeping, eating and what is best - alert, awake fun time. After he eats and I change his diaper, he is actually alert, and we can play and have a little fun. We sit up and bop around and clap our hands a feet and sing songs and do the hokey pokey and play a little peek-a-boo and jump around (him, not me of course). Sometimes there is a little bit of tummy time thrown in for good measure, which he loves, and his head and neck are growing stronger every day. He makes some amazingly cute faces and farts and smiles (when he farts), and once he has had enough, he fusses a lot and fights sleep like he's Muhammad Ali. And then we bounce and shush until he winds down and passes out. Nap, rinse and repeat."
We are up to many of the same things with Asher, except more often than I care to admit, his awake time is more mellow, not because I don't want to engage with him, but because after caring for him and his brother round the clock, I don't have the energy for the hokey pokey. There is just less time to recharge batteries - on the baby monitor, for my iPhone or my internal clock.


The one thing we have going for us is that my foggy memories of Colin's baby days are a gift, as I am hoping we will forget the hardest parts of these days too.  Asher has been dealing with some gas troubles in the evenings, and we have had a handful of extremely rough nights, with incessant crying from him (and a fair amount of tears from me - sleep deprivation is not pretty).  After 4-5 hours of rocking, burping, feeding and general troubleshooting to try to uncover the mystery of why the baby is just so stinkin mad, it's easy to think, "wow, Asher is a much tougher baby than Colin was."  Alas, not true at all.  I just don't remember it.  So if I ever mention wanting another baby in the future, please don't remind me of these tougher parts.  I probably won't remember, and if I did, I might be too scared to do it yet again.

In other news, Asher got a diaper rash that was so severe that we got to take a bonus trip to the pediatrician.  Thankfully, some Lotromin and TLC has it all healed up, but it was pretty raw and terrible looking for a while.  And THEN we got to take another bonus trip to the pediatrician because I suspected that Asher had thrush.  Which he did not, although the pediatrician totally saw why I thought he did (white spot on tongue, combined with continued pain with nursing on my end).  The silver lining of the extra visits were the weigh ins.  At one day shy of 4 weeks, Asher weighed 9 pounds 15 ounces!  Such a big, growing boy!

Here are some of the photos I mananged to capture on the real camera during weeks three and four.




Asher took his first bottle at 3 weeks and change.  Did great :)


















Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Week Two as Four (plus weekly photos #1 and 2)

Our second week as a family of four was significantly mellower than our first.  My parents, father in law and the rest of our visitors left, and we were lucky that my mother-in-law, Debbie, was able to stick around and help for a few days.  We were especially lucky in that regard because after everyone else departed, we got an insane 18+ inches of snow, and basically spent the next four days snowed into the apartment.  Now, if it had just been me and Colin, I probably would be ready to lose my mind.  Add a newborn baby, and it just amplified the undesirable-ness of being trapped indoors with a toddler (since that toddler slowly lost all ability to listen)...because, you know, sleep deprivation doesn't lead to excessive patience on my part.  It was amazing having another adult ally in the house so we could divide and conquer while David was at work, and I'm not going to lie, we watched quite a bit of TV (which Colin didn't mind a bit).

Best pooper in the house - Asher, week one

Colin wanted to get in on the weekly photo action


The extent of our outdoor ventures was to go out on a snowy walk to the ATM just for the sake of getting Colin out of the house to get some much needed fresh air and exercise.  The snow piles were taller than he was!  The next day, Asher and I had our maiden voyage with the Ergo to go pick him up from preschool on foot since we couldn't get the car out of its' snowed in spot.



The rest of our week continued to be super duper mellow.  We were sad to say goodbye to Debbie on Wednesday, after she helped us finally make our first big snowy car outing to gymnastics.  And then we continued to marathon watch (and rewatch and rewatch) The Incredibles for the rest of the week. 








Asher had his 2 week appointment at the pediatrician, where he crushed the scales at a whopping 8 pounds 5 ounces.  The pediatrician was actually concerned he was gaining too fast (not like I could stop him - he is extremely efficient in the nursing department, crushing milk like it's his job (which it is)).  Absolutely excellent bill of health for the little man.

8 pounds 5 ounces - Asher, week two
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