Here’s a follow up to the Goat Baby video…
Chatty boy from Valerie on Vimeo.
I promise that he has more clothes than just that onesie. It just so happens he was wearing it both times I decided to be a good mother and document his existence.
Jackson slept from 11pm to 7am last night. Ross and I woke up at around 5am and decided to just see how long he would go. While Ross and Jackson slept soundly, I lay awake anticipating the ravenous wail from his room. It didn’t happen. So, both boys were well-rested and I am currently exhausted. Also: your boobs HURT when you go over 8 hours without nursing.
I’ve started to ease back into actually doing work. While I’m frazzled, I must say that I missed it so.
Starting next Tuesday I will be going into the office twice a week while my mother-in-law takes care of Jackson. I will only be away from him for about 6 hours each day. But, seriously, 6 HOURS WITHOUT MY BAY-BEE SOB.
This.
I had my 6-week checkup with my doctor yesterday. I’ve been officially “released” to my normal life. This means I can exercise! And no longer play the C-section card when trying to get out of vacuuming or carrying anything over 10 lbs. Son of a.
While at my appointment, my doctor asked me when we would start trying for #2. He suggested we start trying in a couple months. I laughed in his face.
Is anyone else completely freaked out by this whole Bromance fiasco?
From me, Ross, Jackson, and our sparkly copper fireplace painted by the previous owners of our house.
(Yes, he’s dressed as a reindeer, and no, he’s none too thrilled about it.)
Jackson had his one month checkup this afternoon. Here are his stats…
Length: 23 inches (from 21 1/2 at birth)
Weight: 12 pounds, 2 1/2 ounces (from 10 pounds, 2 1/2 ounces at birth)
Head circumference: 15 3/4 inches (I’m a horrible mother because I have no clue how big his head was at birth. But hey, C-section, so who cares?)
He’s around the 95th percentile for pretty much everything, so it looks like Ross’s dream of having a child play as an offensive lineman for the Hokies could be a real possibility.
The doctor said he looks great, and all of the nurses came to look at his hair. Jack smiled and cooed through much of the visit, particularly at the one nurse who came bearing part II of his Hep B vaccine. I must say it kind of broke my heart to watch his face go from calm and smiley to that purple, oh-my-gosh-please-breathe crying face. Broke my heart and *might* have caused my milk to let down. That’s right, I JUST SAID THAT. What can I say? My child cries and my instincts make me automatically want to feed him. BEST MOTHER EVAR.
Dear Jackson,
You are four weeks old today (although I guess your one month birthday isn’t until Wednesday, but whatevs.) I can’t even believe that. Yes, one month ago today the doctor barged into my belly and pulled you out in all your chubby and squawky glory.
Honestly, my memory of those first few days are a bit foggy. I remember feeling excited, overwhelmed, exhausted, blissful – all over the place really. Our first couple days home are equally foggy… a lot of sleeping, some crying (from both of us), lots of snuggling, and even more nursing.
It seems that we’re both starting to come out of the fog. In just a few weeks you’ve changed from a snoozing lump to a more awake little guy who wants to look around, shout, coo, and look at me like I’m insane. Oh and you like to eat. And eat and eat and eat. Except for the random times when you don’t want to eat and you’d rather sleep. Your moods are a bit of a mystery at this point, but we’re figuring it out.
Overall, you seem to be a pretty laid back kid, aside from your tendency to furrow your brow – a habit you undoubtedly inherited from me. You also tolerate me smothering your huge cheeks with kisses and you seem to be showing us patience as we figure this whole parenting thing out.
Your smiles are becoming more predictable, and I get a surge of pride when I’m able to coax one out of you. They range from a flirty smirk (typically making an appearance as you nurse) to a full-on, open-mouthed grin, sometimes accompanied with a coo. Both make my heart stop because, oh my goodness, I love you so much.
I mean, look at you. How could I not?
Love,
Mama
PS – Do you think you could ease up on the whole spitting up thing? It kind of freaks me out. And sometimes I find it in weird places later on. Thanks, bud.
