We hit the two week mark with our boy over the weekend. It's been a whirlwind 14 days and we spent almost all of it snuggled up indoors thanks to the mother (effer) of all winters. I'm beyond thankful for the help I've had so far. Truthfully, I underestimated just how much those extra hands would be needed. Beeg stayed home the first week and my Mom has been here as well. They focused on R and house running essentials which freed me up to recover and just nurse and change and snuggle my guy. I'm excited to venture outside our cocoon more as the weather improves and I feel better physically. Cabin fever is setting in but I am also grateful for the slowness of these first two weeks. This time around, I didn't feel anxiety over them and have been mostly content knowing there isn't anywhere else I need to be.
G settled in well during his first weeks and has been a sweetheart. He sleeps and eats and does a lot of diaper business, and enjoys awake periods where he just stares at his surroundings and takes in the world. He isn't bothered by the barking of his fur brothers or by the always loud antics of his big sister. He startles now and then, but mostly takes it in stride. Hopefully that rhythm will continue. :)
We were surprised at how small he was when we came home, even needing to run out for a few newborn sized outfits to keep him warm and cozy. At his two week doc appointment, he logged strong growth which made us very happy indeed. He weighed in at 8lbs, 6oz (from 7/9 at birth, 7/4 leaving the hospital, and 7/7 at his four day old checkup) and was 21 and 3/4 inches long (up from 19.5 at birth).
Feeding is going well mostly. We are doing the combo of nursing and bottle feeding. The supply issues I had with Rowan are very comparable this time around. I've been a little sad about it, but we were prepared this time and G hasn't suffered our ignorance the way R had to. The important thing is that he's growing and thriving, and I'm keeping my focus there.
Sleep is typical of newborn days. :) The first week we napped together quite a lot with my chest being his preferred spot. He still likes it there but will sometimes nap on the sofa and is doing ok in his cosleeper for nighttime. His night increments are three hours for the most part, and he's given us a couple of four hour stretches just to mix it up. Mama is very tired, but all is to be expected at this phase and I'm not complaining.
R is mostly very sweet with him, giving him hugs and kisses and patting his head. She asks about him first thing when she wakes up and checks on him throughout the day. His cries upset her, especially his very hungry or very much need a new diaper cries. She has been a bit out of sorts, but overall a champ. And her constant narration is adorable: "baby graham eating!" "Baby graham crying, change him!" "Night night baby graham!" "Baby graham cute!"
The fur babes are more than likely plotting revenge. :) They are behaving most of the time and aren't giving us too much hell over the even more fragmented attention. Poor pups. We owe them walks and a park trip when the weather cooperates.
And that's that. We are a family a four (six). We have two kiddos under two and our lives and our house are quite chaotic. It's so hard to believe that in a little more than two years we went from truly thinking we might not have a family to this wonderful world with two beautiful little people entrusted to us. I don't take it for granted. Not even a moment. Onward we go.
See you back for week three?