I cannot believe one month has passed.
Amidst the constant diapering, incessant soothing, bathing and cuddling two babies need, my tiniest one has somehow grown from a helpless newborn to a slightly sturdier newborn.
Four weeks is not enough time to get to know someone in every way, but I can say that thus far, he is proving to be a very different baby than his sister. Alan is mellow where Sam was high strung. Gone are the crying jags of unknown origin. Alan loves to be held and as long as someone has him, he is almost always happy. He is a Mama's boy, definitely sensing the difference between me and someone else and almost always preferring me. This does stroke my ego, but is so different than Sam who pretty much hates me if there is someone cooler (I believe the mailman qualifies as such).
Alan is also different than Sam in some less desirable ways. He is not a sleeper. At his age, Sam was sleeping in six hour stretches and was just two weeks away from the 12 hour stretch that has remained the norm for her. Alan is nowhere near that. Last night he did two four hour stretches, which was amazing, but the night before he was up every hour. He is a very hungry boy.
That hunger has also made him a much better eater (and grower) than his sister. He has been putting on an ounce and a half a day and my guess is that he will be 10 pounds, 12 ounces at today's one-month check up (stay tuned, I will update).
I LOVE having a boy. Everything I said about not wanting a boy has flown out the window. I feel so lucky to have one of each. It is such an amazing thing to be able to parent both a boy and a girl. I can't wait for him to grow and be into all his little boy things.
He and his sister are hilarious. She adores and hates him all at once. And even though, they can't be alone, I can already tell they will be close--of course he has to survive first. Sometimes Sam's love hurts.
As for me, I am adjusting. I have started running again (I am up to 12 miles this week). The weight is coming off. I am tired but not overly so. I am tentatively ok with having both kids alone, but sure am loving the doula. With three big deadlines approaching, I am learning to get work done in the midst of such chaos. It works sometimes, others not as well. But it is just going to have to happen in the coming weeks.
The election has heated up this month and even though he will not remember, I will always remember his first three months as a time of so much hope and anticipation. We spent all weekend at the lake house, riveted by CNN. Since mocking McCain's VP choice is kind of like shooting fish in a barrel, I will say only that I am wondering about possible campaign slogans. I am thinking, "From the Double Wide to the White House." Catchy, no?
Here are some photos of Alan:
*** Alan is weighing in at 10 pounds, 6.5 ounces and 22 inches. Big boy!