Sleepy Boy

H. has been sleeping for approximately 18 hours now. Except for a few minutes to feed every few hours. So, in total, about 2 hours.

What a sick, tired little boy.

Sir Grumps-alot

H. has bee very grumpy since his shots almost 2 days ago. He's usually very happy and easy to please, but the last little while has been pretty terrible. He's cranky and cries for about an hour at a time. And getting him to sleep has been even more of a challenge. Usually he spits his soother out once or twice and then falls fast asleep, withing half an hour... lately it's taken half a dozen soother replacements, and upwards of an hour. Not fun. At least I get exercise walking from the living room to his crib. Silver lining.

And, to top it off, he developed a nasty cold. Stuffed up nose, slight fever, cough... the works. So, when he sleeps on his tummy (which is the only way he sleeps), he can't breathe. So, last night, around 4:30am when he woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, I brought him to bed with me. I tried sitting him up, sort of leaning on the pillow next to me, but he kept falling over. I tried just snuggling him, but he wouldn't fall asleep lying down... so, my ingenuity kicked in. I rolled onto my back (my least favourite way to lie) and leaned him up against my side. When he started to fall to either side, he either got stuck on my hip, or on my ribs. And we slept like that until almost 8.

Oh, the things I do for my son.

First Immunizations Today

Yes, we took H. for his first round of immunizations today. Which means, 2 giant needles stuck into each of his thighs, one at a time.

First, I had to strip him down to his diaper to check his weight. He's up to 11pounds exactly... which is up almost 4pounds since birth. Which is excellent. Then, they checked his height. He's now 23in. long, which is up 4.5in. from birth. He's in the 90th percentile for height, and the 50th for weight.

Then came the fun part. The needles. I held him in my lap, and the nurse gave him his first one. He cried as soon as the nurse put the needle in his leg. I had just calmed him down when the nurse told me to rotate him so she could give him the next one in his other leg. It was at this point that she told me this was the more painful needle.

So, I rotated him, and she gave him another needle. And he cried. Louder than I have ever heard him cry before. So, I calmed him down once again. And I got him dressed. And we waited in the waiting room for the required 15mins. And I fed him, hoping he'd go to sleep in the car, and be full enough that he'd stay asleep when we got home. He didn't.

So, we got home, I tried snuggling him to sleep, which didn't work. So, I put him in his swing, and he giggled and laughed and talked in it for about half an hour. When he got fussy, I held him. He felt a little bit warm, so I checked his temperature to see if he had a fever (the doctor warned me that he could get one). He was fine. I tried to feed him a little bit more, but he wouldn't take anything but his soother. So, I held him, and he cried himself to sleep.

I put him down, and he was quiet for an hour or so, and now he's awake again.

Poor Baby

Lately, H. has been sleeping very well indeed. Almost through the night, in fact.

But not last night... for some reason, H. could not sleep. From 8pm to 8am, he had maybe 3 hours of sleep... and it wasn't good REM sleep. So he was grumpy. I managed to get him to sleep for about half an hour at church, but he woke up. He did fall asleep at lunch, and stayed asleep all through the car ride home, and stayed asleep during the transfer from car seat to crib (which rarely happens). And he slept for a few hours.

But when he woke up, he was some grumpy. He did eat, and he did complain while doing it. Poor baby fell right asleep after, and barely made a peep in his crib.

Poor baby. Fell asleep right in my arms, and stayed asleep.

I'm not ready for this!

Today, I took some clothes of H.'s to be consigned. Which is good, I'll make money to buy him new clothes... but on the other hand, it means he got so big that he grew out of some things. Which is incredibly sad.

Of course, there were a few things that don't fit him that I just can't part with. Like the blue and brown sleeper he wore in the hospital (his first piece of clothing). Or his little hat that he first wore, with the tiger and lion on the front.

And come to think of it, there are a lot of items I don't think I can easily part with... I'm kind of a pack rat, I guess.

Oh no...

I think my two month old son may be starting to teethe. Except for the terrible two's, this is the bane of any new parents' existence.

He has been drooling a whole lot lately, which is very uncommon. He's also been spitting up a lot. Usually he doesn't spit up, ever, and when he does it's just a tiny little bit. But for the past week or so, it's been a few times a day, and quite a bit of it.

When I was at my favourite baby boutique the other day, my mother pointed out a hazelwood necklace, which is supposed to breakdown the enzymes that cause all the symptoms of teething (drooling, fussiness, and the pain to some extent). And they are cute, too.

Well, we bought one for H., and within about 12 hours his drooling was getting better (just the normal, non-teething baby drool). His spitting up is still a little better than the last few days, but still worse than usual.

I'm hoping when his teeth actually start to cut, this amazing necklace will still be helping!

P.J. Funnybunny was a very unhappy bunny...

I love reading to my son. And at almost 8 weeks old, he likes it only when he's well fed and rested.

For Christmas, from Grandma, he got two volumes of the Big Book of Beginner Books, by Dr. Suess. Including such favourites as Go Dog, Go, Put Me In the Zoo, and my new favourite, It's Not Easy Being a Bunny.

While reading the bunny story today, I realized something... I have one heck of a moose call. And I was not the least bit embarrassed doing it in front of anyone (namely my mother, who will invariably laugh at me if I do something silly).

That was the very moment that I first thought to myself I'm a mom now!