Changes
So there are four of us now. And the last several days have been spent trying to figure out what our new normal is. Still not really there yet.
We have as much of a routine as could be expected at this point. With a few exceptions here and there, Aden has adjusted to nighttime. He typically eats every three hours in the night, and goes to sleep easily between feedings. Can't complain at all.
Aden is spoiled rotten. Already. He is not fond of being put down. Not the best news for me. But I can't help but cuddle him, so little and sweet, and my last baby. I'm probably shooting myself in the foot. Oh well, we'll deal with the consequences later.
The gas grins are plentiful, and Aden has even started cooing a little bit. I'm so glad these things mean as much to me with the second child as they did with the first. I don't want to forget any of this!
And he is growing. We won't get another weight check until his one-month checkup, but who needs one. He has his Mama's chipmunk cheeks and double chin. The clothes that Trey wore when he first came home from the hospital are starting to fit.
Trey is an affectionate and very eager big brother. He loves Aden and wants so badly to pick him up and carry him around the house. We have to really watch. Trey doesn't really understand the words quiet or gentle. Aden doesn't seem to mind the noise, and most of Trey's "love taps" don't bother him either. It's pretty sweet.
Trey does not appreciate that he is no longer running the show. We are going through somewhat of a selfish phase, with Trey wanting what he wants when he wants it. He resents that I spend so much time feeding Aden, and as a result has started clinging to Brandon. Which we expected.
But Trey is growing up and learning. He is doing very well with the potty. And he seems to have hit a growth spurt. Even Brandon has commented on how heavy he is getting.
Being a mother to two has been an odd transition for me. How do you explain loving multiple people with your whole heart? And fighting against feelings of guilt and neglect for showing individual attention to just one of them?
Aden is his own unique person, and as much as I don't want to compare him to Trey, I do. I don't want to favor him, but his needs take up much of my time and energy.
And Trey is so different to me now. He is huge, for one thing. And part of me feels as though I have betrayed him. It broke my heart a little the other day when Trey asked me to play, and I told him I would when I finished feeding Aden - Trey looked at me and said, "When is Daddy coming home?"
Oh well. Trey has always done things in his own time. And with enough time, we will have the new normal, and probably won't even remember the old normal.
How about this sweet thing??
We have as much of a routine as could be expected at this point. With a few exceptions here and there, Aden has adjusted to nighttime. He typically eats every three hours in the night, and goes to sleep easily between feedings. Can't complain at all.
Aden is spoiled rotten. Already. He is not fond of being put down. Not the best news for me. But I can't help but cuddle him, so little and sweet, and my last baby. I'm probably shooting myself in the foot. Oh well, we'll deal with the consequences later.
The gas grins are plentiful, and Aden has even started cooing a little bit. I'm so glad these things mean as much to me with the second child as they did with the first. I don't want to forget any of this!
And he is growing. We won't get another weight check until his one-month checkup, but who needs one. He has his Mama's chipmunk cheeks and double chin. The clothes that Trey wore when he first came home from the hospital are starting to fit.
Trey is an affectionate and very eager big brother. He loves Aden and wants so badly to pick him up and carry him around the house. We have to really watch. Trey doesn't really understand the words quiet or gentle. Aden doesn't seem to mind the noise, and most of Trey's "love taps" don't bother him either. It's pretty sweet.
Trey does not appreciate that he is no longer running the show. We are going through somewhat of a selfish phase, with Trey wanting what he wants when he wants it. He resents that I spend so much time feeding Aden, and as a result has started clinging to Brandon. Which we expected.
But Trey is growing up and learning. He is doing very well with the potty. And he seems to have hit a growth spurt. Even Brandon has commented on how heavy he is getting.
Being a mother to two has been an odd transition for me. How do you explain loving multiple people with your whole heart? And fighting against feelings of guilt and neglect for showing individual attention to just one of them?
Aden is his own unique person, and as much as I don't want to compare him to Trey, I do. I don't want to favor him, but his needs take up much of my time and energy.
And Trey is so different to me now. He is huge, for one thing. And part of me feels as though I have betrayed him. It broke my heart a little the other day when Trey asked me to play, and I told him I would when I finished feeding Aden - Trey looked at me and said, "When is Daddy coming home?"
Oh well. Trey has always done things in his own time. And with enough time, we will have the new normal, and probably won't even remember the old normal.
How about this sweet thing??
Comments
You will figure it out all in good time and your new normal will set in without you even really realizing it. In the meantime, take one day at a time. Enjoy the transition and little surprises that make you smile. And you, my friend, have so very much to smile about :)
Cindy