Goodness knows Erin and I are not getting much.
I just can't resist.
No matter how crabby and sleep deprived I feel in the morning (up every two hours thankyouverymuchHarryeatsalot), it's impossible not to feel incredibly blessed when I wake to the sight of this:
and this:
Leo has a brother. Ellie has a sister. A large part of me still can't believe it. When will it sink in?
Here are some odds and ends, in place of an actual, well-thought out post.
1. The sciatica is still killing me. I am hobbling around like an old woman and it stinks. I thought delivery would be the golden ticket and it would go away but apparently not. I go back to the chiropractor today and I am expecting a miracle. A miracle! Because this pain is making everything that much harder.
2. Lucy is a wonderful sleeper. Harry is---apparently starving ALL THE TIME, poor guy. He also seems to have some pretty bad spit-up/gastro issues. Ellie was the same way. It seems to take him a full hour after he eats to stop spitting up and to settle down which means that yes, by the time he's settled down and "comfortable,' it's, ta-da! Time to eat again. Oh but he's a cuddler, yes he is. This little man could absolutely live in the crook of your neck and be quite happy with life.
3. I want to be clear from my last post that I am totally and completely appreciating the newbornness, even if I go on (and on) about the lack of sleep on my part. Yes it's hard and exhausting but these are our last babies (sniff!) and I am reveling in the smell of newborn heads and necks and the buttery, impossibly soft limbs, the post-nursing milk comas and the hilarious little faces and sounds that emanate from these tiny people. Yes, the sleep deprivation is hell but it's short-lived and I know that someday they will have a bedtime and I can go back to my thrilling nightly rituals of independently watching television and eating ice cream and folding laundry and doing whatever the heck I want. For now, I'm a slave to the newborns and even if I grouse a bit, I love it. That's the beauty of third time parenting of newborns: I know it's not forever and it will never happen again.
Lastly, lest anyone think we've lost our sense of humor around here, yesterday I looked over and spotted this:
Don't worry. Lucy was safe and sound in Grandma Jerry's arms.
4 comments:
I have a friend who always wanted four children: two boys, two girls, so that everyone had a brother AND a sister.
B had reflux as an infant. What you describe with Harry sounds exactly like B was. We learned that his seemingly voracious appetite was actually just a coping mechanism. It was explained to me that drinking actually made the discomfort of the reflux go away and so he wanted to be fed constantly. I was told that he would "grow out of it" and opted not to give him reflux meds for about six months. It was awful, for me, but certainly worse for him. I finally started him on Zantac and it was the best thing I ever did. I'm not suggesting you run out and medicate your newborn, but I wanted to pass along this note of my experience lest it be applicable to yours! :)
I hope some sleep is forthcoming!!!
PS--I should also mention some of the things we tried (before medication) to give B some relief. In the beginning we thought it was gas, and I did some research on how to relieve gas in infants. One of the things I found over and over was chamomile tea. He was formula fed, so I usually mixed a little tea in his bottle, but he would take it straight with a little sugar. Once you introduce a bottle nipple to Harry (assuming, of course that you plan to do that) you may be able to give him a little tea to soothe his belly. I also had found an organic tea blend that was made specifically for "colic" in babies. It might be worth a try.
I'm so sorry about the sciatica.
Hope you feel better VERY soon!
I don't think anyone would find your last post to be anything but delirious reveling in your new babies. "Delirious" because, of course, they're newborns and that every-two-hour/sleep deprivation schedule is BRUTAL. But it passes and ohmygoodness you have the most delicious glorious babies ever (apart from mine, of course :)
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