Calvin was 6 weeks old on Wednesday.
He is an absolute treasure!
In the past couple of weeks he has started to spend more time awake and show a little personality. After one particularly long night, he gave me his first “stare mommy straight in the eyes and melt her heart” smile; an indescribable (and incredibly well-timed) moment! If he is awake, he seems most content when I am either looking straight at him and talking or wearing him in a carrier against my chest. If my memory serves me correctly (which is a daring assumption these days), I remember Max spending more time being awake independently and, as he is not a cuddler, seems like Cal just might be.
At this stage in the game, we have our daytime “schedule” (term used loosely) pretty well figured out, but life is definitely moving slower. We venture out on occassion, but we are often sticking closer to home and being more creative. Especially in these days of little sleep and constant feedings. His longest stretches at night are still only about 3-4 hours, but I am well aware that all too soon he will not be my tiny little guy, our “normal” life will resume, and more likely than not, I will sleep through the night again…
In the meantime, each night when he signals, I rescue him from the bassinet, nourish him, rock and cuddle him, rub my cheeks against his soft, fuzzy head, kiss his perfectly smooth skin, and pray for the boy he is and the man he will become.
I have a new understanding and comprehension of why later children tend to lean a little less type A; Cal is already often just along for the ride. Although our schedule is a little more laid back right now, there is no holding back a two year old. “Come on, Mommy…” there are things to do! And while I feel it is important to give him some semblance of a schedule, it is not even remotely as possible as when a schedule revolves solely around one child and some naps just might have to be taken on the go!
On another note: We’ve recently had a couple long nights as Max is a bit sick. Fever, cough, what sounds like a very sore throat. At my 6 week check-up I asked the doctor to take a peak at Max to see if anything else is going on. Sure enough – ear infection. He started on antibiotics yesterday, his fever is lower and he seems to have much more energy. But it was really cute…
The first night he woke up coughing, I made him some warm water with a little honey to try and sooth his throat and ever since he’s been asking for “warm and cozy water.” In the middle of last night, as I sat up in bed nursing Cal (again) and Andy walked back into the room after helping Max (again); he simply climbed into bed and said, “its a war-zone up here.” Fair enough!
I think the most challenging part this time around is that on top of the physical demand of an infant there is the emotional demand of a two-year old. I can’t walk around in the newborn stuppor for half of the morning because someone needs my attention (and desires my positive attitude) right off the bat. I’m very happy that Andy is now the coffee master and a fresh pot is waiting for me every morning!
All-in-all, we’re figuring this whole thing out and I love being a new family of four and being surrounded by all these handsome boys!