Things are starting to get a little bit easier. I’m not sure if this is due to the magic of that Zoloft prescription that I’ve gotten or if I’m just learning to adjust. Either way, I’m learning to cope with two kids. The post partum hit me a lot harder than I thought it would, and thankfully, I recognized it before I even gave birth, so I was able to flee to the doctor and get drugs. Both of us are better living through science, and I’m ok with that.
Little Girl is getting bigger by the second. She is my little pig and is eating almost 4 ounces. She is a voracious eater, unlike her brother who would fall asleep eating. She no longer looks like a newborn, but like an infant now, and it’s hard to believe that she’s already going to be a month old in less than a week. While I know that I don’t want anymore, I’m already remiss that her birth day has passed and that we’re careening into her first year of life head on like a freight train. It’s going so much faster than it did with the Mini, and it makes me sad. She is my snuggler. Not happy unless she’s sleeping on my chest or in our arms. She hates being put down and loves to be tightly wrapped in the sling. She’s gettng better about sleeping that first stretch of the night, but refuses to sleep between 2 and 5 am, which is making both of us frustrated. I’ve been doing a lot of things this time around that I never would have done with the Mini. For one, she’s in a co-sleeper, which I’m sure I’ll regret when we move her over to her own room come late summer, but I couldn’t justify buying another crib when the Mini is about ready to graduate to a bed. I admit, I love having her close and when she gets incredibly stubborn about that sleep thing, I can drag her into bed with us and she passes right out. She definitely fancies herself a more needy baby than the Mini, as well as more social, for as much as an infant can be social. I’ve already gotten a couple of non-fart, intentional smiles. Nothing consistent.
The Mini is still very jealous of his sister. He constantly needs to be touching her, or kissing her, mainly to get attention from us, more than anything. Thankfully, he’s gentle with her, but he really doesn’t care so much if she’s there or not, most of the time, but given that she’s more needy, he definitely gets sick of her constantly being held and asks for us to put her down, for the love of god, already. He’s regressed with some of his progress, which is to be expected, even for a typical child with a new baby in the house, but it’s a little unnerving. However, he’s also taken to learning his alphabet and the sounds. Something he’s taught himself. So, I’m not worried. He’s still my little super genius.
Parenthood has made me boring.