I’m a little late posting this, but I’m going on 5 weeks of poor sleep, so I think I can be forgiven.
Mr. Max just had his 1 month doctor’s appointment. He was 10 pounds 12 ounces and 22.5 inches long, so I think it’s safe to say he is growing well. He’s already gotten a cold from Harper, so I guess with a toddler around his immune system will be getting tested often. Props to whoever invented the snot sucker!
Max eats like a champ, though we’ve had some breastfeeding challenges. I saw a lactation consultant (and can we just take a moment to THANK GOD these people exist) and with practice and time, we got through our issues. Honestly, the fact that I had to pump extra bottles was kind of nice because then other people could feed him while I slept.
Also, thanks Obama for the free breast pump!
While the past month has been pretty stressful and sleepless at times, it was nothing like Harper’s overwhelming first month. There is a definite ease with the second baby, and it helps that he is pretty happy and loves to cuddle.
This time I know he will cry for no apparent reason, wake at all times of night, and expel every bodily fluid. Because that’s what newborns do. Accepting those challenges has made it a lot easier to appreciate the good things. I think I spent most of the first week just staring at Max and feeling weepy. Both because he’s wonderful and because it felt instantly like our family was complete. I just felt really lucky that so many of the things I wanted in life came to be.
Harper continues to be great with him. She’s a little rough at times, but she just wants to help. She asks to hold him a lot, which totally melts my heart.
While Harper was kind of an odd baby in the sense of not minding being cold and always wanting to be outside, Max likes to be super warm and he wants to be held all the time. Sometimes that’s hard, but at least he is willing to be worn in a carrier. He just passes out and makes these contented little noises.
He’s already trying hard to hold his head up, and he occasionally smiles. Once I put him on his activity mat and he darn near rolled over. He’s a strong little guy!
Mike’s parents were here for a few days when he was like 2 weeks old, and that was really nice. Since they had another grandson born the day before Max, they are really soaking up the grandbaby time.
Max had a lot of baby acne in the beginning, but now it’s starting to clear up and he’s starting to chub out.
He is bigger than Harper was, but oh my gosh they look so similar. I look back at pictures of her and I can’t tell who’s who. It’s amazing. I’m wondering if that will continue. He’s already getting that strawberry blond colored hair that she got.
As much as I’ve gotten used to my middle-of-the-night feedings with episodes of Felicity in the background (how is it I never watched that?), I am hoping that in the next month Max will start sleeping longer stretches and we can all catch up on sleep a little. Our shift system for nights has been great, but I think we’re ready for the next phase.
And here’s hoping that this little cuddlebug takes long naps when he finally gets on a schedule. And he will be getting on a schedule!