(Things are crazy around here; from now on I’ll save the complicated posts for monthly updates and consider myself lucky if I get a weekly update done!)
Big eyes!
Anything New?
Rowen is getting big! He’s definitely filling out his 0-3m clothes and starting to outgrow some of his footie pajamas. At six weeks he seems comparable in size to Damien at three months (of course, three months was when Damien really started growing. If the same thing happens with Rowen we’ll really end up with a monster baby!)
I think he’s started social smiling, but it’s not something he does every day. He’ll get in smiley moods but you can’t coax a smile out of him every time. I’m hoping he gets super smiley soon – he still smiles and laughs in his sleep all the time so I know he has it in him! :)
I need to get a better picture of Rowen in this Giants jumper because it’s way too cute
No changes on the sleeping or eating fronts. He is getting a little fussier, and is awake a lot more during the day (and during the night too, sometimes.) I really appreciate how Rowen is fairly easy-going in the car and the stroller, two things Damien loathed, but maybe it’s because his carseat is more comfy (which it most definitely is!) Rowen, on the other hand, isn’t as gaga over the swing as Damien was, so let’s hope in the future those two form a closer bond because swing naps with Damien were the best.
Memories/Milestones
Sleepin’ at the races
My parents came on Sunday and that afternoon/evening we went to a sprint car race at the Calistoga Speedway. It was obviously Rowen’s first race (which he spent breastfeeding, cuddling, and getting mildly annoyed at his ear protection headphones) and it was also the first auto race Damien remembers (we went to one when he was six months old but he obviously doesn’t remember that.) Damien had fun but did get bored; it was kind of a long day for him. (Rowen too for that matter.) The next day we went partway home with my parents and went shopping in Fairfield/visited the sad tiny version of the Nut Tree (it’s not actually sad for me because I didn’t go to the Nut Tree when it was at its height, but it was Dan’s favorite place as a kid so I’m sure it’s a bit of a letdown for him.) Annnd if I ever get around to it, I’ll have a whole post on this later. (I’m three weekends behind on blog posts now… crap.)
Family picture in between train rides (Damien talked us into two. To his credit, they were pretty cheap.) Please ignore my scrunchy face!
On Monday I had my postpartum doctor’s appointment. I had to reschedule it from the week before because Rowen had a conflicting doctor’s appointment, and he had a little infection going on so his took precedence. Well, my doctor’s appointment was a total surprise in that all I did was answer questions (some of them were literally on a questionnaire.) I wasn’t examined at all. Maybe that’s normal, but after Damien was born I had a full-on examination doctor’s appointment every week from six weeks to nine weeks postpartum (and then I stopped going because I was really tired of doctor’s appointments and figured I’d heal on my own at some point.) Luckily for me, I feel nearly 100% back from childbirth so I don’t have any physical complaints, but I still thought it was a little funny. As for the questions, they were about postpartum depression (and so was the questionnaire), breastfeeding, and birth control. I was taken aback when the doctor said “we don’t really push or recommend breastfeeding past six months” and almost came back with “really? Well, the AAP and WHO sure do” but I knew this particular doctor was old-fashioned and he’s not my permanent doctor anyway, so I didn’t worry about it.
Scrunchy baby in the middle of the night
I think I’m doing okay as far as postpartum depression goes, but I know it can sneak up on you so I’m still being careful. I am a little worried about postpartum anxiety. I tend to be an anxious person anyway, so it’s hard to know what’s normal and what’s not. I think I’ve said before that I constantly think of the worst case scenario in every situation, and in terms of affecting my life that can range from distracting to horrifying. So far I’m not lying awake at night worrying, but I am getting tired of battling those thoughts all day. If I have to make a doctor’s appointment for school I’ll talk to them about it, but until then I’ll just keep being careful I guess.
Later in the week we took a foray into Santa Rosa for some shopping. We recently found out that Damien got into the preschool we applied for and will be starting when Dan and I start school (assuming we can get the financial side worked out), so he needed some supplies, and I also wanted to pick some things up from Costco. First we were hungry though, and gave Damien free reign of where we would eat – and he picked Burger King, so that’s where we went. I usually don’t like burger-y fast food, but I tried their spicy chicken sandwich and paired with the rejected veggies from Dan’s veggie burger (tomatoes and onions) it was quite good! I think we’ll do that again in the future. (I also love that Burger King sells Diet Coke. I hate that Taco Bell sells Pepsi products…) Memorable moments of the visit included the guy riding by the outdoor play place on his bike, yelling and cursing angrily, and then apologizing because “I didn’t know there were kids there!” (On a playground. Yeah, why would you find kids there?), and possibly accidentally offending the surrounding families so they left (we weren’t sure if it was an offhanded comment Dan made or me breastfeeding Rowen, but oh well, we got the place to ourselves! lol)
Costco was a bit disappointing – I was hoping to find a Halloween costume for one or both kids, but there was nothing in either of their sizes (the ‘infant’ costumes started at nine months, and they just straight up didn’t carry 3T) so that was a bust. We did bring home Pull-Ups, pizza, Clif Zbars for Damien’s school lunches (that he’ll probably finish off in the two weeks before school starts because he REALLY loves them), dog flea treatment, and frozen yogurt (well we ate that so it didn’t come home.) All their school supplies are long gone, so for that we headed next door to Target. They too were clearly on the get-it-out-of-here end of school season, but we did manage to find a matching preschool-sized backpack and lunchbox on clearance (I admit to being a tad bit disappointed Damien picked the robot print rather than the dinosaur one, but since I’m not the one starting preschool I guess I’ll survive.) (We also later found a matching water bottle at the Napa Target, so that makes me happy.) (Can I just put right here that I’m NOT looking forward to packing a lunch and snacks every single day? We were so spoiled at Damien’s last preschool – they had a chef who made meals for all the kids, AND they provided diapers. All we had to do was get him there!)
Okay, so I realize this update is half about me and half about Damien… but that’s our lives I guess. Sorry Rowen, at this point you’re just going along for the ride, but you’ll be starring in your own updates soon I swear. :)
Why does he wake up the second I put him in HIS bed, but he sleeps peacefully – and alone – in my bed?
And this is what 3am looks like at our house… At least the little guy is cute, right?
(For comparison purposes, here’s Damien’s six week update. His hair was already getting pretty light!)
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