Showing posts with label 1 month. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1 month. Show all posts

Friday, April 11, 2014

Alex One Month Old!

I'm posting this a few days after his technical One Month date because I was holding out for his doctors appointment so that I would have real stats like weight and such.



First off how the hell has it already been a month?!?  Seriously SLOW down!

Anyway kid number two is a whole lot less stressful as kid number one.  Mostly because I've done this gig before and I kind of know what I'd doing.  At least to the point where I'm not afraid I'm screwing him up for life.  I mean so far his sister is turning out alright. :)



His first doctor visit went well he weighed in at 11lbs 1oz and  21.5" long.  He got 1 vaccination and handled it like a champ (after the initial WTF?! was that crying ended at least :))  He's starting to outgrow his newborn clothing but 0-3 month stuff seems too big on him still...annoying.


There isn't too much to update about a 1 month old.  They eat, approximately every 2-3.5 hours he's wanting to nurse for about 30 minutes.  Which means I spend a whole lotta my time feeding a baby right now.  And when I'm not feeding him chances are I'm trying to feed myself or my toddler or I'm pumping to build up that freezer stash...life pretty much revolves around food here these days.


They sleep, his longest stretches are about 3 hours.  I hate to talk about babies and sleep schedules cause just letting words come out of my mouth about it seems to screw up a good thing.  But so far at night (most nights) he will go down between 9-10:30ish and sleep for about 3-3.5 hours, he wakes up to eat and will go back to sleep usually I can get another good 2.5-3 hour stretch from him before he wants to eat again, then he might go back to sleep for another 2 hours before he wants to eat yet again.  But (huge fat gigantic knocks on wood) he's not up screaming all night like a certain little girl I know was.  So I'll take it.  Giving him a boob is a whole lot easier than rocking/bouncing/pacing around a living room from 10pm to 2am every night!


They poop, a lot.  This one has had some issues with gas, luckily they've only happened during the daylight hours.  I'm not sure what is causing them, I thought it was coffee and it still may be or it could be the creamer that I use in my coffee.  But I'm working on figuring it out.  Woe is breastfeeding me sans coffee.


Just a few days shy of a month if I worked really hard at it I can get him to smile, it's pretty much the cutest thing ever.   As I type this he's smiling a lot easier if you just talk to him a little bit he'll usually give you one.  He lifts his head pretty good, like Addison he had pretty good head control at birth but he's getting to where he can lift his whole upper body off your shoulder when you hold him now.  He hate's tummy time with a passion it's pretty much an instant cryfest.


Overall I'd say he's a pretty easygoing guy.  He lets his sister maul him without a fuss.  He loves to be cuddled, and would happily sit in your arms all day long.


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Surviving Month One

Its been a month, a month since the last time I talked/laughed/joked with my dad.  A month since we shared a warm pan of brownies straight from the pan like a bunch of real rednecks around a bonfire.  A month since Dad sat Addison on his lap and let her pull like crazy on his beard and said he was training her to find the 'real' Santa for Christmas.  A month since the most terrifying phone call and adrenaline filled day I have ever experienced.  Most days it feels like it was just yesterday.

I've managed to go a whole month without hearing REO Speedwagon sing Time For Me to Fly (which was the only request my dad ever made to anyone about what his funeral wishes were, to have that song played.)   Amazing seeing how I listen to my iPod all day at work and its most definitely on it.  Pretty sure it will instantly cause tears to flow.  I think about him often, I feel jipped that he didn't get to grow old, yet glad he didn't have to suffer through years of illness.  Accepting that it actually happened, cherishing my memories.

It's been 6 + years since this fathers day Nascar race we took dad to...