We find ourselves with a twenty month old daughter and almost three week old son. Where has time flown? And the best news is that both kids are doing well and I can fit into my pre-preggo jeans!! 
Let me fill you in on what’s happening.
My daughter had a great Christmas, Chanukkah and New Year. Last weekend she even went sledding with daddy and built a snowman with mommy! She loves going to daycare every day. She also loves coming home to her mommy and baby brother. We also just turned her car seat to forward facing for the first time. She is growing so quickly! She still won’t get anywhere near the bathtub for bath time. 
We still need to sponge bathe her and she barely tolerates that!
My son is growing quickly right before our eyes! He has gained a pound in twelve days. He’s still not sleeping much at night, to my horror and dismay. Thank goodness for my night doula. She’s up with him when he’s fussy and holds him for hours. She burps and changes him. She only gets me to feed him. Even that is usually twice a night as she gives him a bottle of expressed milk once a night. I have the privilege of staying up with him all night long on the weekends and that throws me into anxiety attacks. We’ve secured her for another two weeks. Hopefully after five weeks, he’ll be sleeping for longer stretches at a time so I can get some sleep. How on earth did I do this with my eldest by myself?! And although my husband tells to wake him so he can help me, the other night during a long fussy period, I handed the baby to him and after a while he said he can’t do this anymore. Well that’s just freaking great. What a help! I didn’t wake him up that night since there didn’t seem to be a point to it. In the morning he was upset that I didn’t lean on him for help. Sigh, I just can’t win. In any case, I’m hoping that the little one will start sleeping three hours or more at a time by the time the doula leaves. He’s also gotten use to being held when he sleeps (eek!) and snacking on me! That just sucks. He doesn’t eat enough to completely fill him up so that might be part of the reason he doesn’t sleep for long. I try hard to keep him from drinking unless it’s at least an hour and a half after his last meal. But when he’s fussing like crazy and nothing else works, I put him on the boob, which is a huge mistake. I’m really out of practice. I don’t know how to calm him. My DH and mother seem to do a better job than me. Sometimes I already feel like a failure as a mother. Then I look at my beautiful daughter and I figure that I haven’t screwed up too badly with her. And she’s been through a lot! Our little guy has trouble getting rid of gas, just like his sister!
I’m pretty tired and sometimes brain dead. I don’t have the biggest appetite so I’m shocked I’m producing so much milk. When I do eat, it’s not the most nutritious snack that I reach for…and I’m not really looking forward to DH going back to work on Monday. At least he works from home! Maybe I’ll feel better when I start leaving the home with him. I should also enroll us in some activities to meet other moms. There’s time for all of that. Until later!
