Many people told me that when you hit six weeks old things would become so much easier, so I thought that month 2 was going to be a breeze!! Guess what, I was wrong again. You’re going to find this happens a lot when you grow up, but don’t expect me to admit it then.
You started to become such a happy baby who loved to dance, smile, babble and sleep at the end of month one, and then it all started to unravel. You started to cry. Now apparently all babies cry, but mine didn’t usually so I wasn’t really sure how to deal with it. It took a little while and even when we took you out in public to a birthday party, I didn’t throw you in a cupboard as soon as you started to squawk, although to be honest it was what I had planned on doing before we arrived there. Even when you spat up on their brand new kitchen floor, I kept on nibbling on the breadstick I was eating and let Daddy tend to the mess.
However, my new Easy and Relaxed method of parenting didn’t last too long because Mommy and Daddy decided to have you circumcised. My naiveté shone through when this happened because I thought the only pain you’d feel was the prick of the needle for the local anaesthetic. Guess what, I was wrong again. Don’t get me wrong, you were a CHAMP! You didn’t even cry. I did though. I sat next door and cried by myself while you apparently held Daddy’s hand and looked at the wall, and you were quite happy afterwards.
But that only lasted as long as the anaesthetic. It was a rough week and a bit after that. I think more for me than for you, and due to my inability to cope, it became super tough for Daddy because he was taking care of two babies. To be honest, the only lasting negative effect is that you’re still enjoying crying when I change your diaper, even before I’ve done anything… and then you smile.
Just as you had come back around to being regular Noah, it was time for your first set of immunizations. Once again, you handled it better than I did and although this time you did cry a little, it was still less than I did! And once again you were smiley afterwards, although not so much when I tried to get you to take a photo with me. Hey, at least you looked. I’ll take whatever mini victories I can!
Now it might appear that month 2 was all about hurting you, but it wasn’t. A lot of it was about growth: your growth as a tiny human, and our growth as parents. You are winning that race by a mile, followed by Daddy and well, some days I think I should just retire because you are both lapping me and I am definitely struggling to stay in the race.
At your last weigh in (when you were 8 weeks old), you were 13lb 14.5 oz!! You feel more like 53lb, especially when you wake up at 2.30am and want food and I am too tired for my muscles to work properly. You’ve also gotten quite tall. In fact you are the length of your Moses Basket. You can still fit in, if you bend your legs… and apparently sleeping in just a diaper also makes you that bit more comfy.
We’ve got you practicing for Toronto though and have put you in the travel cot which you seem to enjoy because it is spacious. Again it would appear to help if you only wore a diaper.
Speaking of Toronto, you are taking your first airplane ride tomorrow and I am so worried. I wish that Easy and Relaxed Mommy would return, but she seems to have gone on a vacation and hasn’t told me when she is returning. Luckily, Daddy is going to be with us for this part of the trip. I’m not sure what I would have done without him this last month, Noah. He has been amazing! Sure, he’s been frustrated with me at times, but not half as much as I’ve been with myself. I really didn’t know that I would find this so overwhelming. When we come home I might speak to a doctor about it. Might. There is only one thing I ask of you right now, when you’re tired and want to be cuddled to sleep and cry until you’re comfy, let Daddy do it too. He loves you very much and would do anything for you, yet I’m the Original Ratbag and you just keep coming back for more. Though you did give him lots of sleepy cuddles this weekend so you’re let off of the hook for now. Only for now.
Anyway, I better start packing for the trip because I need to nap with you this afternoon. If I am going to survive this journey, I need some rest because I’m not allowed medication while you are still hitting up the Milk Bar for top ups. Plus, you are beautifully fast asleep at the moment and these days that doesn’t last very long!
Thank you for putting up with me over the past two months. I really am trying and you are very worth it, I’m just taking a bit longer than I thought. Don’t hate me because I suck. I’ll get there eventually.
Happy Two Months, Grumpy Pumps.
Mommy Loves You!