Thursday January 19, 2006
Not a lot going on around here, but I had my hands free for a moment, so I thought I would post.
Life is going fairly well. I am somewhat sleep deprived, but I expected to be at this point, so I am not surprised. I am learning to sleep sitting up and keeping up my energy by catnapping throughout the day. Every once in a while I will actually lay down and sometimes get an hour or so of sleep before Zora needs me, but that isn’t happening too often. She isn’t happy when I try and lay down with her…I am not sure if it is the angle (being flat on her back) or because she isn’t strong enough to latch on well while both of us are laying down, but we are not to the point were we can co-sleep effectively yet. I suspect that will come in time…I didn’t even go upstairs to the bedroom for a good 8 weeks after Zane was born, just slept in the recliner with him on my lap. (I think I did actually start trying to co-sleep in bed at 5 weeks, but I am thinking that only lasted about a night or two before I was back in the hospital with my emergency gall bladder surgery)
On a happy note, she seems like she is almost smiling and I am seeing the beginnings of laughing/happy look. She is most likely to do it when I am getting ready to nurse her and she makes happy little noises when she is nursing too, which is just really adorable. She is also spending more time in the ‘active alert’ state watching Zach or I making faces at her and talking to her. Zane is still being gentle with her. He will come across the room just to pat her head and give her a kiss. He is also much more patient than I anticipated with waiting to get on my lap or sit next to me so I can read or color with him. I am really proud of what a great big brother he is.
How sweet about your son! My older dd was always incredibly gentle with her little sister when she was tiny (now, it’s sometimes a different story…). Glad things are going well!
My boys were always really gentle with the baby sibling, which I was so grateful for. My mom tells the story of how “awful” I was when my first brother was born, even picking him up and turning him around in his bassinett, and even then I came around after a week.