Baby boy is almost 7wks old. Still trying to make sense of that. He's also like 12lbs, and in 3 month size clothing. I had to set aside the first newborn outfit he outgrew a week and a half ago. And now, I've had to put away pretty much all the newborn stuff.
I still can't wrap my head around how big he's getting. He's smiling more, especially in response to us. It's definitely less random. He absolutely loves it when I say, "I love you," in my baby talk voice. He loves having his cheeks touched and his hair ruffled. He's started trying to chuckle, it's a breathy noise right now, but he's getting louder with it. It's the most adorable thing I've ever heard. And the other night, we discovered that he's now ticklish. My husband can not get enough of that! Poor V, haha.
He's going through a growth spurt, so he's eating a lot. But he seems to be sleeping through the night more. I feel bad, I set alarms to wake up and feed him (still should be feeding him frequently since I'm primarily breastfeeding) but I sleep right through them. I have two alarm clocks for crying out loud! But I don't hear either of them? However, I wake up the instant he starts squirming. I mean, he can make the quietest noise and I am UP. But, he's growing just fine and everything so it must be okay. I still feel bad though. I probably should just count my blessings and be grateful for the sleep... but you know, parenting guilt and all that.
Of my 3 brothers and a sister, and A's 3 sisters and his brother, only his brother has came over to visit the baby still. I'm a little miffed about this, but at the same time- I keep reminding myself that it's their loss.
My siblings, I understand. My sister lives across the country, one of my brothers lives in another country altogether, one is in high school, and the other... well, we have a strained relationship right now. So, eh. A's siblings though... they all lives within a couple blocks of us. I mean, most of them live two streets over. LITERALLY. One sister keeps saying she wants to visit him, and says she's going to try to... but she's asked the past 4 weekends and then never showed. That is getting old. If you don't have any intention of showing up, then don't freakin' ask! End of story. All the rest, well they never even asked or tried. So I guess they at least have consistency going for them?
I know, so is life. It's a kind of petty thing to be upset about, but still... we made the trip out to visit all of his sister's after they had their children. All of them. No matter where we were emotionally, we toughed it out because those are our nephews and we do love them.
I just need to get over it, I know. It's really not a big deal. But as I said, I'm just a little miffed. They've done a lot of things over the years to make it clear that I'm not really family to them, and this just kind of feels like an extension of that. I'm probably just reading too much into it. Regardless, I need to deal with it and just ignore them. Not worth it.
A's brother did come out. He's scared of babies, so he didn't hold V, but it was nice of him to visit. He bought V a little stuffed video game character, which was sweet of him. I know A liked it; it was from one of his favorite video games haha.
We are soooo going to submerge this kid in geeky wonderfulness.
We did take V to meet my little brother, and we all went out to dinner for my birthday (well, belatedly). It was nice to get out of the house for something other than a doctor appointment. And it was nice to see my brother, I hadn't seen him in awhile; I miss him. Man, he's growing up fast. It seems like just yesterday he was a little baby and I was chasing him around. He'll be 17 this year! So surreal. Time is just flying by.
My sister sent the most amazing wall hanging for the nursery. I edited the image for the blog, but she made it herself, it's got V's full name down the center. The little birds I sat on it in the photo are for hanging elsewhere (I need to find a nice branch or something, I think!). On the backs of the birds are the dates of our miscarriages (the brown, blue, and gray ones), and the birth of V (the red one). It was such an incredibly sweet thing to do. I love it so much, it's just a perfect representation.
Oh, and before I forget... I'm finally done with my Lovenox injections!!! Definitely cause to celebrate! I had to take them until 6 weeks post-partum... but now I am done and I am so grateful.