Coming out of the newborn fog.

What a difference a few days makes!
A's fever is gone and he went to school today! yay! Of course, every time I had to feed G in the middle of the night, I went downstairs to check on A. You know, check his vitals and all. I accidently slept in (the alarm was still screwed up from the power outage yesterday) and when I woke up, I ran down stairs to make sure he was still alive because normally he is up way before we are.

G is definitely coming out of the fussy newborn stage. He's awake basically ALL day with only short little cat naps. But the great thing is he is perfectly content to coo and smile and 'talk' at me. We play little games and rhymes. We do little baby gymnastics where I help him work on head control, grip, and pulling up. We go for walks around the house and the yard. He likes to look around at pictures but finds the sunshine a little harsh still . He doesn't like to play by himself much on his mat yet though. I am trying to remember all the things I did with A when he was that age and remembering how he was.

He does a good 5-6 hour stretch at night. He was sleeping very soundly swaddled in the swing and then I'd let him sleep with me after the last feeding around 4 or so. But he is escaping the swaddle/swaddle wraps/sleep sack swaddle. And he is wiggling a lot more which makes sleeping with me more difficult. I remember at around this point, we transitioned A to the crib, but I thought it was a little later (by a month or two). I remember it was when he was really starting to wiggle around in his sleep. I need to think about what my next step is going to be on this.

Tomorrow is G's two month appointment. Can you believe it? two months and he's still alive and thriving! In fact, I weighed him last week and he was 13 lbs and he has grown out of his 0-3 outfits both in length and in baby chub. I can't wait to get the stats tomorrow.

Having G makes me whistful about other newborns. I don't want to be 'done' . I don't want him to be my last. I know some mothers KNOW when they have their last and savor every minute. I think I'll just try and eat up every darn little precious moment anyways because they grow so fast. A is proof of that, he's going to be five in May. And It startles me to think about how J would have been 3...

3 years...why does time go by so fast? 3 years seems too far away from her.