One Month
Time flies when your life revolves around three hour feedings. (chuckles)
I can’t believe a month has gone by. It seems I have no time for myself anymore. I’m either feeding the tadpole or answering phone calls for the DJ business. And with the van dead, I have to arrange rides for the kid’s activities and I’ve had a very helpful friend take me shopping when I’ve needed to. It’s been nuts. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Well, except for the dead vehicle.
The Tadpole is now a month old. He’s gained two inches and is now just over ten pounds. He’s getting big. He’s not a roley poley chub like my first two were though. He’s as solid as they were, but he’s leaner. I’m used to rolls of chub going down the arms and legs and he just doesn’t have any. He spends his time staring at my hair or my face, and every now and then his face cracks into the start of a smile. I don’t expect true smiles for another few weeks, but he’s trying to work his face as he watches mine, and it’s just adorable. He still scowls a lot. He’s a lot like A there, who was born scowling fiercely also.
I wish he’d get on a regular feeding schedule though. It averages every three hours, but there is a stretch each day where he’ll eat nearly every 90 minutes or so and then he’ll sleep for nearly four hours. It never happens during the same part of the day, so I can’t even plan for it. It’s the only thing that drives me nutty is the lack of a steady feeding schedule. I know the average but that’s about as good as it gets. A spoiled me so much. He put himself on a regular three hour feeding schedule by day three, adn he kept that schedule for over a year. You could time a clock to it, it was so steady. E put herself on a four hour feeding schedule once we got the scavvies cured, but that was still four months out, and she slept through the night. Tadpole gives me no such luxury.
All in all though he’s a very good baby. He is finally using his voice. He makes noises while eating, sleeping and has no problem yelling his indignation that he has to wait for eating while I pick him up and position him. (chuckles) There have been a couple of outings that made breastfeeding difficult, so I used a bottle on those occasions and he had no problem. Took it just fine.
Blondguy is very smitten with his son. I try to get pictures up to him since he is still stuck up in Bellingham while he finishes up his masters in nursing. He wants to take us to Utah to visit family in July when they have a big get together then. There are several complications that have to be overcome in order for us to go, but I like that He wants to take us. Blondguy was an absolute dream when he was here for the ten days after Tadpole’s delivery. He helped so much, and made it so that I didn’t have to worry about anything but taking care of the Tadpole. I really miss having him here. I wish things were a little less uncertain between us, but neither of us have given up on each other. When I chewed him out several weeks ago, it seemed to have woken him up and he’s now been as helpful as I could wish given the situation.
