... Uhh four months later and I am a HUGE slacker.
Let me just start off by saying that I have no idea what I came here to write about, but I just needed to write. So go along with it... wherever it might go.
The daily tasks of my life (feed baby, change baby, snuggle baby, run errands, make dinner, put baby, chris, and self to bed) haven't changed much- but my baby has. He's HUGE. My heart is breaking at how quickly time is passing. Like.. it's almost time for another baby.. Haha JOKES. Such huge jokes.
Chris and I always tease when people ask us, "Oh, is he your first?" And we're all, "Yep. And our last." Because neither of us can wrap our heads around the possibility of having another baby as feisty as Will. Let me define feisty: Most babies come out, and for the first few days (or weeks) are sleepy, sweet, and don't make too much noise. Will literally came out screaming, and I swear he has never stopped. Okay that's not true. But sometimes I feel that way.
The first two months were the hardest for sure. He cried so much. SOOOO MUCH, you guys. And when we figured out it was acid reflux, we got him on medicine, and things were definitely much better. But then we realized that Will didn't always cry because he felt sick, but because he was very particular. OCD, if you will. He had to be held a very certain way, the blanket had to be swaddled just perfectly, his clothes couldn't fit too snug, you couldn't talk while he was eating, he only liked riding in the car if the car was moving- if I stopped, there was hell to pay. And the list just goes on and on. And on. And he's never been a fusser. He just full-on screams like you cut off a limb or something. And he is loud. Like a grown adult, Will Ferrell kind of loud. You wouldn't believe the amount of concerned looks I've gotten from strangers when he cries in the grocery store..
And 7 months later, not much has changed. He has his preferences, and anything different is absolutely unacceptable. Like the way he sleeps for example. He has to have a pillow under his head (huge no-no, I know), binky in his mouth, one rolled up blanket underneath his knees, one to the right of his face, and his arms have to be out where he can stroke his minky until he falls asleep. You are probably thinking, "Oh gosh, she is just pampering that baby..." But I swear to you, if I tried to sneak even one of those rolled up blankets out, he would have a sheer panic attack. Believe me, I've tried. To say he rules the roost, would be a huge understatement.
I don't always believe in the statement, "God will never give you more than you can handle," but in this particular situation, I kind of do. I am the furthest thing from a perfect mother. But I do believe that God gave Will to us because he knew we could do it. And I'm not sure that all people could. I like to tell myself that I have a pretty strong back bone. And as far as motherhood goes, it has helped me keep my sanity. There have been a lot of times where I simply have to walk away. I can't always give in to his screaming. And I never thought I would be the mom to let her baby "cry it out," but I had to.
The good news is that the crying it out, led him to become the BEST sleeper you can imagine. And I am so grateful for that. He goes to bed at 9:45 and usually wakes up around 8:15. And then, proceeds to take FOUR NAPS every day. And not just short naps. His first two naps are usually 1 1/2 - 2 hours. And the second two are like 45 minutes. Truly amazing.
The bad news is that his acid reflux that he was supposedly suppposed to grow out of around 6 months, is still just as alive as ever. He keeps gaining immunity to his medicines.. so he is now on 2 different meds a day, and two packets of probiotics. It kills me to give my baby so many medicines. It just doesn't feel right, ya know? So we started taking him to a chiropractor for a more natural method, and he LOVED IT. He works on his little belly and it actually seemed to be working. So we slowly started taking him off his meds. Bad idea. It's been a rough couple of days, and needless to say, he is back on the medicine. We're looking into seeing a specialist. Hopefully we can get to the bottom of it.
I don't even know where I'm going with this, all I know is that today has been "one of those days," where you feel like a bad mom. Like if you hear one more scream, you'll pull all of your hair out. And maybe even your fingernails. He is truly the most wonderful thing that has happened to me. So why is it so hard to have as much patience as I need to have?
Gosh, that kid.. Good thing he is dang cute.
Okay, rant over. And don't worry- I love my baby :)
In other news: tax season has begun. Other accountants wives had tried to mentally prepare me for a lonely 4 months, but I definitely didn't know just how lonely it would be. Chris is gone before I wake up and returns home an hour before we go to bed. Luckily Will goes to sleep pretty late, so he is able to see him for a while before he goes down.
This has resulted in me watching way too much t.v. at night. Just trying to pass the time until Robins gets home. My new addiction is My 600 pound life. Have you seen it?! It's good, I'll tell you that much. And it kinda makes you feel a little better about your non-600-pound-self. Don't you love trash t.v.?
Baby boy is crying so I gotta go. I'll post a pic of my bald head tomorrow ;)
Oh, and yesterday I did 9 loads of laundry. NINE. Just think about that for a while..