Well, we’re a week and a half into Lincoln’s life and he’s still the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Life with him at this point, however, is more difficult than I thought. At night, he actually sleeps decently well, wakes up to eat and goes back down normally without much of a fight. At least once a night it takes 30 minutes or so, but that’s only once. I can’t complain.
Day time is a different story…. for some reason, he eats well and sleeps well at night and then it’s a fight to make him eat long enough during the day. So, he doesn’t eat well, then pretends to sleep til we try to put him down, then he pitches a fit. For an hour. We try everything we know, then I feed him again and he acts like he’s never eaten before…. for a short time until he falls asleep again and we start the cycle over. When he does sleep, we spend a lot of time like this:
When he doesn’t nap…. I start questioning everything. Am I doing something wrong? Is he not getting enough milk? Does he have something wrong with his stomach or something that keeps him from sleeping? Then all the tears start flowing. Ugh, hormones. I’ve cried more in the last week than probably since I was a baby myself. Mostly it’s been prompted by the aforementioned questions and feelings of inadequacy, but there have been a few times where all the sudden I just start crying for no reason. It’s so weird. Josh will look at me and be like, what’s wrong? and I have no answer… I’m just weepy. Definitely ready for the hormones to be balanced out 🙂 And for baby boy to get into a schedule and sleep/eat well. Until then, I just keep asking God for grace to survive on minimal sleep. At least he’s adorable 🙂