Yesterday we had to Maxwell to his two week appointment, and the nurse practitioner mentioned how every visit they'll give us a paper with all his "stats" (length, weight, etc) and how it's great for the baby book. Then she laughed and commented on how the book for the first baby is always the best, but then the later kids don't ever get one that's filed out. I told her that we hadn't even written his name in his book yet, but she kept going on about the first baby book is the best. I think she wasn't really listening too well. That's ok though, it's not like we need a medical professional to actually listen to us! She wasn't even the pediatrician, who we never actually met, even after being told "the Doctor will be in in just a couple minutes" and then waiting over half an hour, which wouldn't have been a super huge deal, except that Maxwell was hungry, so he was crying and we were waiting to feed him because the Doc was supposed to be right in. My point being, we were already a little annoyed at the NP when she started talking about the baby book. I will try to fill the thing out though! And while I'm at it, maybe we should print some pictures of him, so we have actual hard copies! Or, hey, print pictures from our wedding, because we still don't have any. I mean, we have hem on the flash drive, but we never got our book, and haven't printed any out yet, and since we've been married over a year, that really seems like the kind of thing we should have done by now....
Anyway. Maxwell's two weeks old! Actually, two weeks and one day, but whatever, two weeks is close enough. I'm really looking forward to him being old enough to take bottles, because then I can make Joe get up and feed him occasionally, and I can get some sleep. I miss sleep... And for some weird reason I thought that after I gave birth I'd only being one person again, but that was awfully naive. He's still pretty attached to me. I feel bad, because he's definitely calmer with me than with Joe, and as Joe points out, most of the time when he's crying there's literally nothing he can do to help, that's all me. I think he feels a little left out. But I've started pumping, so soon enough Joe will get to help with feeding, and that should help everything, right? Joe is way better than me at playing with him though. I'm pretty positive that he's going to smile for him first. All he does with me is sleep and eat, Joe's already the "fun" parent, which is ok. It's very cute to watch.
We are doing pretty well though. The past two mornings he's thrown up pretty violently, but I think that's kinda normal. He just eats too much in the morning. But again, pumping should help with that, cuz then I wont be as full. Of course, I could be totally wrong about that, cuz I am totally making this all up as I go along, but isn't that what every parent does?
Speaking of which, when do I start feeling like an actual parent? Right now it feels more like I have an exceptionally needy pet, not like I'm a mother and he's my son. I guess it just hasn't hit me yet?
We haven't really sarted using the cloth diapers yet. We're planning on it, but right now he's just going through too many, and they look so huge on him! Disposable's are easy, but they do get expensive awfully quickly. Maybe for now we'll just use the cloth ones at night, when I'm not changing them as often?
Some local friends came over to meet him yesterday. He was being a perfect angel while they were here, then started screaming about an hour after they left, and didn't stop until we got him to sleep at 8. 9? uh... Sometime around them, I don't remember. I passed out shortly after him.
Good times!
Anyway. Maxwell's two weeks old! Actually, two weeks and one day, but whatever, two weeks is close enough. I'm really looking forward to him being old enough to take bottles, because then I can make Joe get up and feed him occasionally, and I can get some sleep. I miss sleep... And for some weird reason I thought that after I gave birth I'd only being one person again, but that was awfully naive. He's still pretty attached to me. I feel bad, because he's definitely calmer with me than with Joe, and as Joe points out, most of the time when he's crying there's literally nothing he can do to help, that's all me. I think he feels a little left out. But I've started pumping, so soon enough Joe will get to help with feeding, and that should help everything, right? Joe is way better than me at playing with him though. I'm pretty positive that he's going to smile for him first. All he does with me is sleep and eat, Joe's already the "fun" parent, which is ok. It's very cute to watch.
We are doing pretty well though. The past two mornings he's thrown up pretty violently, but I think that's kinda normal. He just eats too much in the morning. But again, pumping should help with that, cuz then I wont be as full. Of course, I could be totally wrong about that, cuz I am totally making this all up as I go along, but isn't that what every parent does?
Speaking of which, when do I start feeling like an actual parent? Right now it feels more like I have an exceptionally needy pet, not like I'm a mother and he's my son. I guess it just hasn't hit me yet?
We haven't really sarted using the cloth diapers yet. We're planning on it, but right now he's just going through too many, and they look so huge on him! Disposable's are easy, but they do get expensive awfully quickly. Maybe for now we'll just use the cloth ones at night, when I'm not changing them as often?
Some local friends came over to meet him yesterday. He was being a perfect angel while they were here, then started screaming about an hour after they left, and didn't stop until we got him to sleep at 8. 9? uh... Sometime around them, I don't remember. I passed out shortly after him.
Good times!
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I just realized that I posted that Maxwell's two weeks and one day old, but he's not... Because today is not Tuesday. It is Thursday. God, I need a nap. Go to sleep baby!!!
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