When you have a newborn, cooking becomes even more challenging. Just when you would sit down to cook your meal, the newborn begins cluster feeding. What is cluster feeding you ask? It is a non-stop, open bar nursing session that can last for hours! Owen would start at 3 and want to stop at 7. So there I am stranded on the couch, a prisoner to my new baby and the boppy. Why can’t David cook you ask? Oh he can! He is better at it than me, but there is the two year old who needs some entertaining and while he is interested in cooking he easily becomes a hazard in the kitchen.
So what do we do? Starve.
No, we have really amazing friends who bring us amazing food those first few weeks while we get our feet under us. And then those amazing meals become a part of our repertoire when our amazing friends share the recipe!
We have probably made this one three times since Owen was born and since Lyndsay brought it over to our house the night we came home from the hospital. Gratitude is not enough for the meal drop off those first days and weeks.
It is really hard to believe that Owen has been with us for 4 weeks already! Why? Because he still feels so new and fresh. Congratulations to you, Owen!!! You survived your first month with your family and we are SO lucky that you chose us.
These weeks have been busy busy busy. Owen wakes up around 5AM and likes to lounge in his pjs and have his morning breakfast while we wait for his big brother to join us. With David home this first month, we had a lot of slow quality time. We did not make it out of the house early and that was nice as we balanced diaper changes, feeding, and breakfast set-up together. Owen was such a champ letting us figure out this whole life stuff while he playfully looked about his surroundings. I hope he likes his house!?
What I know he likes is his Solly Wrap. This little boy likes to be snuggled up tight to mommy’s chest and carried around like a little prince. I won’t lie it is my favorite too. Owen has been exploring his play mat and Henry likes to lay there with him as well. Seeing the two boys “play” together just makes my heart explode. Moms have always said, “Your heart grows with your next baby,” and I did not really know what this meant but it is so true. I love this little guy so much and my heart has grown so much because of him and Henry. Tummy time is pretty cute too. He will lay and lift his head up while his big brother says “Go Owen” and in that moment I try so hard to freeze time.
What Owen doesn’t enjoy…all his gas. Poor baby boy has a gassy evening and works so hard to pass that uncomfortable stuff. It has been hard to get him comfortable at night and we often end up snuggling together most of the night to help him relax. We have propped up his bassinet to give him a little incline and this seems to be helping. This combined with a little gas medicine and a probiotic seems to be the key to unlocking his nighttime comfort. The past two nights we have seen longer stretches of sleep (3 hours) and this plus his constant growing definitely means there is a light at the end of the tunnel for us all. As he becomes more comfortable, we all get a little more comfortable and are relaxing more into this family of four.
While this month has been a transition for everyone, it has been beautiful and I wish I could relive it again.
Everyone always says, “Going from one to two is the hardest” and…
They are right!
Of course most of the time being a family of four is just beautiful and magical. When Henry cuddles up to his brother or kisses his forehead or does “tummy time” with little Owen, my heart just explodes. When I am tucking Henry into bed and holding Owen in my lap for story time, I could stay in that moment forever.
The hardest part is the random times in the day when you just don’t have enough hands: Henry wants a cuddle or a snack while Owen is nursing. I keep telling myself it has only been three weeks and not to get too worried about this dilemma. It will settle itself and we will find our family rhythm, but I just wish I had two more hands so I could be all things to both boys and then I wish I had one more set of hands so I could fold laundry and roast vegetables, haha!
It is amazing how these two boys come from the same momma and daddy and yet are already very different (I think). Henry is pale and Owen olive. Henry is slender and Owen rotund. Henry is sensitive and Owen seems to be made of tough stuff. Comparison is the fastest way to unhappiness, no? Yet, I promise that my comparison of the two little dudes in my life will stop here because I just want to savor and love and observe their unique personalities and see what paths they take in life (but, I am sure that desire to compare will show up from time to time).
What might be the hardest part of all is that Owen doesn’t speak. It has been a LONG time since we had a little one in the house who wasn’t babbling about all day. I just want to know Owen more and hear what his little voice is like, but we will have to be patient for a few months until we get a glimpse of that personality and see what kind of songbird this child is. Until then, when I hear “The Sound of Silence” on the radio by Disturbed, I imagine that that deep husky voice is Owen’s.
So while this period is full of unknowns and curiosities, it is also full of quiet moments (though brief), lots of cuddles, and lots of learning on this mommy’s part on how to develop and hone in on my patience and living in the moment.