December 1, 2009

Out of Our Minds

There is a light at the end of this tunnel, methinks. Owen is still suffering the stomach bug from hell. It makes me sad because he’s so tiny. Okay, really he’s not tiny tiny. He’s truly living up to his Monster Baby moniker, he’s just about ready to bust out of the 0-3 month clothing. He’s only six weeks old.

It’s no surprise really, the child eats constantly. I’m practically glued to the glider, nursing non-stop, save for the 3-5 hours he sleeps at night. Last night he slept five hours straight and I woke up with softballs for breasts, they were so hard from engorgement. Which make me laugh. Softballs. Right. Too much information, I know. I apologize. Just tellin’ it like it is.

I shouldn’t complain. Depsite the little virus, Owen is eating like a champ and growing like a weed. I’ve been on edge the last five days because he sleeps erratically and wakes easily. His big brother is the culprit. I’m constantly telling Dawson to stop running! jumping! yelling! making so much noise! It’s hard for Dawson to understand that he can’t be as loud and wild as he was before. We’re working on teaching him to tone down his exuberance. Just until Owen is ready to sleep somewhere other than in my arms or next to me or attached to me or in the sling. This baby does not sleep well in his bassinet or crib. He loves to be held. LOVES.

If I put Owen down for longer than a minute he squawks then cries and wimpers and CRIES. This morning he was unhappy that it took so long for me to use the bathroom. When I came back to the room, Dawson was singing the alphabet to Owen, trying to calm him down. He turned to me and said, “This baby is out of it’s mind.” I just about died laughing.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He does not want to stop crying. He’s out of his mind!” Dawson said.

It still makes me giggle to think about it.

I think we’re all out of our minds. Just a little bit.