Signs of Fall.
Oh this boy!
Love him so much.
He’s definitely not an easy going baby. I’m pretty sure he cries more than Rosie and Ada ever did!
There’s very little time that he’s actually content. He’s almost always crying, flailing his arms and legs, tensed up, or in some kind of frantic mode. He’s got an extremely high suck need too, he wants to nurse 24/7…except when he’s just crying.
I even tried a pacifier! He liked it for a few hours and I got excited, but now he spits it out and gags. I got the kind that looked most like my nipples, so I don’t think there’s much point in wasting money on a bunch of different ones. Oh well.
Today he smiled at me on purpose and it was wonderful. I think my heart almost burst. I hope he starts doing it regularly soon!
I feel like I don’t know him very well yet. He’s just this tense little person who desperately clings to me for comfort. I can’t wait to find out more about his personality.
His snuggles are oh so sweet. He loves it when I sing to him. It’s about the only time he completely relaxes. It’s almost instant too–just one or two lines into Swing Low Sweet Chariot and my boy is soft and cuddly, his eyes roll right back in his head. Even nursing doesn’t relax him like that.
When I was little my babysitter used to sing those songs to me and I loved it. I guess they’re considered African American Spirituals?
Well…now those are the only lullabies I know. They seem to do the trick, anyway.
Neither Rosie or Ada really liked being sung to, not like Henry does. (And I’m not even a great singer…)
I’m really tired. Henry isn’t a fan of sleeping at night, apparently. He’s wide, wide awake for hours. The past two nights he was awake from 1:30 to about 5:30. Then Ada got up at 7. I could use a little more sleep over here…
It’s not like he’s sleeping all day either. He cat naps.
Oh well. Ada has trained me to operate on very, very little sleep. Though she’s now sleeping through the night in her own bed almost every single night!
I’m beginning to think it’s impossible for me to birth an easy going baby. My crazy genes must override Tyler’s easy going ones.
Can you believe Henry is a month old already? The midwife came for my four week postpartum visit yesterday.
She weighed Henry and he’s 10 pounds now. He was 7 pounds 12 ounces at birth, and down to 7 pounds 5 ounces on day three. He’s gained nearly three whole pounds in four weeks. No wonder, he eats and poops a ton!
It’s been so hot out these past couple of weeks, yet there are subtle signs of Autumn appearing everywhere outside.
The days have suddenly grown shorter!
I think I have SAD. Winter is always hard for me. At the same time, I love the crispness in the air, all the fun Fall things like apple orchards, and snow in the winter. I find myself craving a cool fall day.
The wildflowers have shifted to autumn.
I’ve noticed before the colors of Fall arrive you can see a change in the textures of the world outside. Everything becomes drier, crunchier.
The fields are full of seeds.
The bugs are starting to disappear in preparation for colder days.