Baby Boo is 11 weeks now. I can’t believe how different she is to her older sister already. So yeah, babies, just like individual people from birth!
Where Moo was fair and bald, Boo is dark and has hair.
At this age, Moo was waking two or three times a night – Boo wakes once. It’s amazing. Also, I see that perhaps the state of ‘drowsy but not asleep’ may not be TOTAL bullshit. (Although, for Moo IT IS BULLSHIT and SCREW THE CHILD HEALTH NURSES WHO CLAIM OTHERWISE. I’m still a little sensitive about Moo’s sleep. Can you tell?)
Moo was on the 20th%ile for length and weight. Boo is on the 80th for length and 50th for weight. She seems (relatively) enormous and is growing out of her clothes apace. I can’t use any of the wraps we used for Moo anymore because Boo is already too long. Also, more importantly, she doesn’t like being wrapped/swaddled.
Boo rolled herself over front to back at 8 weeks. EIGHT WEEKS! My mother & MIL have both delighted in telling me that both my husband and I were walking at 9 months and maybe Boo will be the same. Please no.
Boo will go to sleep in the pram and car quite happily. Moo HATED both (see anguished posts from 2010). Boo appears to dislike slings. This is actually slightly annoying as she still wants to be carried around quite a bit so I can’t really be hands-free.
Both like sleeping on my lap. I am catching up on House of Cards. It is good.
In the last few weeks of my pregnancy I was very unhappy and anxious about having a second child. I ended up having a few sessions with a psychologist which was very helpful. Some of it was about grieving the loss of the freedom I had with a 4 year old (it had GOT better) but given how much better I felt after giving birth and still feel now – I think a lot of it was anxiety about my multiple miscarriages. In the spirit of silver linings, I am thankful for my miscarriages in that they have helped me support some people who are close to me who have gone through the same thing in the past couple of months. But yeah, they have messed with mind more than I was willing to acknowledge until now.
I occasionally feel a bit desperate being at home and not working. I had a few dreadful days over the weekend and went into stress-tidying mode and a mental spiral of ‘maybe I should just stop breastfeeding because then I could ESCAPE!!!’ But then I went out for a 40minute bike ride and felt much better and remembered that it gets better – also, bottles look like a real pain and probably not worth the long-term inconvenience.
So, because I KNOW physical activity makes me feel better I plan to go to a ‘Parents’ yoga class on Fridays as well as regular bike rides. I also bought myself a Garmin FR15 and love it. It tells me to “Move!” and helps my goal-orientated brain sees walking a baby to sleep as an opportunity not an inconvenience. I do need some new running shoes though. I appear to have thrown my last pair out in a fit of stress-disposal-of-possessions.
(By the way, I REALLY don’t recommend trying to move house with a 4 week old baby. See above comment about stress-disposal-of-possessions)
This time, I’m buying myself slack on the home front big-time. Today I took DK’s shirts to my mother’s for her to iron. She says she wants to do it. I’m sure as shit not ironing anything. He says he’ll do it himself, but in truth, I think he does enough that he deserves a break on that. I don’t pay my mother, but I do buy her flowers. Also, I have a cleaner come once a week and she is awesome. I had a moment of thinking we should save that money but then I came to my senses. It’s bad enough trying to do ALL THE THINGS during nap time without trying to clean as well. A friend babysits my 4 year old once a fortnight for 5 hours. I’ve signed up to a service that delivers the ingredients for 4 meals a week so I no longer need to devote brain space to answering the question ‘what do we want to eat and what do I need to buy’. I get groceries delivered. It is great having money to throw at these problems right now.
I think having a second child is going to be ok.