Starting today I have only 3 weeks left before I go back to
work. I can’t get over how fast the time has flown by. Karson is already a
month old! Before I know it he will be running around the house. Kurt & I
joked after he was born we felt like we were in the baby time zone. Everything
just seemed to zoom by without a lot of time to absorb it. I don’t want this
time to go too fast; I am enjoying watching him grow every day. He is changing
so much, he has been focusing on toys and he looked up at me and smiled today!
We are working on day/night time adjustment. Progress is being made a little at
a time. He treats me to 5-6 hours in a chunk. According to other parents I
should count my blessings! He should be sleeping through the night in no time.
Work is definitely going to be challenging, twelve hour work days on 5 hours of
sleep are not going to be good, but like with the newborn stage we will
survive. After struggling with the transition from bassinet to crib, I can
honestly say it was a God send for me. The sleep I am getting is not as
restless as before. We have a video monitor anyway!
The kiddo decided to give me a little scare yesterday
morning, 6:30 am and he started crying for a morning feeding. I slowly pulled
myself from bed and heard him stop. At this point I was waiting him out, 7 am
Dad takes over! All of the sudden his little stir sounded like someone was
torturing him. I ran across the hallway opened the door to find his legs stuck
in the crib railings. I tried to free them, but he was screaming so loud and I
was obviously upset I lost my mind. I screamed to Kurt and he came to save the
day. Unfortunately, I am sure this will not be the last time our wiggle worm
will do this. He loves being jammed up against the crib on his right side.
(Just like when he was jammed in my belly!) I checked his legs and he was just
fine. We were both just shaken up and scared. He knows how to worry his mother
already.
Among the banter on Facebook I found two really interesting
articles about parenthood this week. One was written by a mother who talked
about how she judged parents and their skills prior to being a parent. I got a
great kick out of this! I was definitely one of those girls. She said it’s obvious
when we are being judged, and boy is that the truth. My experience was at
Friendly’s the other night. Mom and I decided to grab a bite to eat. Kiddo was
fast asleep in his car seat. About the time we got our ice cream he started to
stir a little. I took him out of his seat to prevent a meltdown in the middle
of the already obnoxiously loud restaurant. I saw this family of four look at
us like we were aliens right of the space ship. Haven’t they ever seen a baby
before? They began to whisper and the two little boys were doing the rude
stare. I wanted to stick out my tongue or give em the finger (hah!). It would have been different if the baby was
crying or if they had smiles on their faces. NEGATIVE. So like I was always
taught I just gave them the biggest smile, all the while thinking of the best
profanity’s I could conjure up in my head.
The other article was about mothers of boys who are destined
to lose their son to their eventual daughter in law. I got a big chuckle out of
this article. One because I’ve seen it happen, two because I have been the evil
daughter in law (girlfriend in my case) many times in my life before. Now that I
am the mother of a boy, I often think about the future, especially when we are
rocking at night quietly in his room. I make Karson promise me he will never
break my heart. I feel like this statement covers all the basics: lie to me,
disappoint me and most importantly forget about me when he meets the love his
life and is ready to start a family. I know you are thinking this girl is a
whack job, the baby is only one month, but remember what I said we are in a
special time zone! His father thinks I’m funny when I say things like you’ll
always be my baby. There is just something different and special in a mother
and son relationship, since I don’t have a girl to compare it just yet I am not
sure just what it is. So what if I want a Momma’s boy, one day some lucky girl
will thank me for the nurturing, caring, respectful and supportive husband I
have raised. If he is anything like his father, he will be the best catch
around town.
We gotta end on that note my little gremlin just woke up
with sirens sounding. Next time I will try to let the time zone keep me from
writing.
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