For some reason, I was up late last night.
It is now after 9 AM and I still haven’t slept.
I blame Shell at “Things I Can’t Say.” I’ve been meaning to link up for Rockin’ the Baby all week and just haven’t gotten around to it.
Nothing says newborn, like not sleeping all night…
Both of my children were born between 8 and 9 AM. You’d think they would be on a day schedule then.
What it really meant is they hadn’t slept well the night before because of labor.
The only time my son slept for four hours straight – when not sleeping on a lap or in a car seat – was the four hours after he was born.
The nurses insisted I wake up my peacefully sleeping baby girl to feed her. I wasted an hour of my possible sleep trying to wake her up…. so she could feed for five minutes.
She nursed all night long.
The Tackler liked to sleep on your lap, or on your shoulder – just like his sister would.
He was suprisingly gentle with his baby sister during the first few months. Until she started to sit, stand, and crawl.
Then my sweet, tenacious toddler turned into the Tackler.
Nothing says four months old to my kids, like drool..
And everything went into their mouths – an issue much more challenging with Lil Diva. It was so easy to keep the toys and choke-ables cleaned up when the only child couldn’t get them without your help…
My son always had a healthy appetite. He passed the 20 lb mark before his six month well check.
Lil Diva had the opposite problem. After beginning chunky, she stopped gaining weight between her two and four month check ups. She stopped nursing if the milk wasn’t forthcoming at high flow rates and spent a year with reflux spitting up.
Once she got the hang of solids, she gained five pounds in a month.
And outgrew all of her clothes.
Oh, and drooled even more, just like her big brother.
I can’t believe how much they’ve changed.
The Tackler is almost 4.5 years old (a milestone he’s very excited about) and she turns two in two months.
Where did my babies go?