The same week that Asher learned to smile, he learned to scream like a banshee with his little lungs. Gas attacks. General discomfort and baby hater-ater-ness. Growing and learning too much too fast and being totally overwhelmed or something...and growing he is. Like a weed. He graduated at week five to his three month Carters clothes and 0-3 month Gap stuff. During week five, we had lots of visitors - Grandpa came to help us out during the week when David was away on business and Grandma came over the weekend to get a baby fix and give David and me a bit of a reprieve.
Asher's sixth week involved a lot of tears, on his behalf and mine. Sleep deprivation and witching hour and juggling all of that plus a toddler is intense. On the Tuesday of this week, I had a work event and had to leave both boys with our babysitter for one hour between the time I had to leave and when David got home, and poor thing - it was brutal for everyone. Because just as I have learned, when a toddler is tantruming and a baby is sobbing, it is so hard to know who to help first, whether to tend to the one who can be soothed fastest or follow conventional advice and deal with the older one first since he will remember how it's handled. But I really learned that the value of help cannot be underestimated. Our sitter Nicole was at our house for bedtime nearly every night (and she continues to help a couple nights a week as I type this during week 9).
Marathons of burping sitting upright and across our laps have given Asher some outstanding head and neck control - we have quite the tough, strong baby. His highs are high, his lows are low, and we were correct thankfully that six weeks was the likely peak of the fussies. Sadly though, what goes up must come down. It didn't just stop at week six but the witching and the crappy evenings are slowly improving.
At the end of week seven, I made the executive decision that breastfeeding was no longer something that was mutually good for us both. Asher had been consistently reacting to the various things I ate (broccoli, caffeine, dairy), I was handling all the night feedings after midnight (we had already decided to supplement a bit) and hence not sleeping well at all, and the general stress of the 2 hour tether associated with breastfeeding had me at my wits end. So on Sunday night, I went out, bought several tubs of formula and a package of Sudafed. Thankfully, Asher already took a bottle like a champ, so we both spent the week transition - him with his tummy adjusting from breast milk to formula and me, dealing with the physical discomfort and hormonal crash that comes from quitting breastfeeding cold turkey. Thankfully, by the end of the week, we were both in much better shape than the beginning of the week. It also helped that with the transition to formula full time, David has been amazing helping at night so I can catch up on some sleep, and Asher has fallen into a dream feed plus one night waking routine that is fairly manageable (certainly, we will all be happier when he just plain sleeps on through, but that will hopefully come with time - for 8 weeks, we really can't complain).
Sadly, I didn't write much down over the course of the month, and due to my sleepy sleepy brain, I don't have more colorful stories or cute anecdotes from Asher's second month. Colin continues to be a good big brother, helping "throw away the poopy diapers so they can be with their friends" and sing Asher his goodnight song when we rock him down for naps, both of which are adorable.
Asher has been enjoying the baby play gym and hanging out with the family while we mostly play with Colin. He continues to sleep mostly in the rock-n-play, occasionally in the swing and on the rare occasion, in the crib - this transition will wait until post-Passover travels. While he isn't much of a snuggler, he loves being rocked to sleep and staring into mom and dad's eyes as he plays.