8 posts tagged “peter”
I am exhausted. I am coping, but I am exhausted.
Way back in the days of labor fake-outs (remember those?) I predicted that Peter would be a stealth ninja baby. As it turns out, I was right: the wee boy has been increasingly mobile this month, but stealthily so. When I put him down on the floor to play, he doesn't appear to be moving - so I'll look away to stop Noah from pounding David with a block or crack open another Diet Coke, and when I look back he'll be at the other side of the room, gumming an electrical cord. That's strange, I'll think, I don't remember putting him down near such an obvious hazard, but I didn't see him moving, so perhaps I did... I'd write it off as slipshod parenting, except for the slug-trail of drool on the carpet leading back to where he started. Ninja baby!
Dear Peter,
As of yesterday, Peter has been ours for ten weeks already. Hard to believe - he seems so new and tiny, yet it feels like he's been part of our family forever. Here he is modeling his Shrek Baby look:
It's been a while. Peter will be 8 weeks old tomorrow and is thriving, so adorably pudgy and round he looks like he'd bounce if you dropped him (not that I've tried). I'm still existing in a place between words, only thinking in complete sentences when I'm in the shower or stopped at a red light, impossibly far from my keyboard.
Peter is nine days old today, and it's been a week since I've written. Through no effort on my part, he has himself on a pretty steady rhythm, awakening to nurse every three hours and then falling back asleep as soon as he's done. This is lovely, and would be even better in a first baby - as it is, having two older children renders "sleep when the baby sleeps" a ridiculous impossibility most of the time. Sleeping in two-hour snatches and horrific hormone fluctuations have affected me much more than I expected them to; this whole experience, starting with his birth and continuing since we got home, have felt surreal and intangible, and I'm only now starting to warm to the little guy in anything deeper than a "feed-cuddle-repeat" sort of way.
Peter Andrew, arrived Friday 1:53 p.m. after a very easy induction. He's 7 lb 9 oz, 19 1/4 inches long, lovely and perfect. More later, perhaps when I can type two-handed (i.e., once he's off to college).