I’ve been itching to write on the blog. Somehow with my newly acquired job of nursing eight hours a day I’m struggling to find the time. It’s hard to believe it has been nearly a week since I took these pictures. The thing I love, and hate, about newborns is that they change so much each day. Anders already looks much different from this. But alas, here he is eleven days after birth!
Notice the size of his hands- this kid is going to be a baller!
I struggled to capture a very good full body shot. A combination of my inability to crawl and crouch as needful and his lack of interest in any position but lying on his back, makes this my best attempt. I guess I just felt the need to document what a “good sized” kid he is. The interesting thing is, though they look pretty rolly in the above picture, he actually has really skinny legs and arms. I keep wondering where he’s hiding all his weight, and then I see the size of that gut! (He’s already stretching out of his 0-3 month outfits.)
We’re loving this little guy. It’s been such a blessing to have my Mom and now Tom’s Mom here because it’s given me the opportunity to just sit and enjoy him. I love the way he nestles his head under my chin; the way he pushes off my chest with his arms and swings his head from side to side with big alert eyes; and the way he frantically shakes his head when he’s ready to nurse. I love his dramatic cries of exasperation and his coos of contentment.
Nursing is going SO much better than it did with Scotland. After two weeks I can say it is actually comfortable, something I couldn’t have said after two months with Scotland.
Scotter seems to be adjusting okay. Mostly he doesn’t show much interest in Anders, but then from time to time I’ll see him go over to his swing and tuck him in, or give him a stuffed animal. I realized today, that Scotland hasn’t had much opportunity to really be involved with Anders. As usually Anders’s being held. It’s when Anders is laying in his swing, or laying on the floor that Scotland will quietly come over and give him a hug, or sing to him. He loves to turn the music on when Anders is swinging. He certainly hasn’t shown any dislike or anger towards Anders. He seems to be the most disturbed by the change in the amount of time we spend together. He’s taken to calling me Kjirsti, which most of the time I tell myself is a result of having Tom and the Grandmas here all day calling me the same. But in my quiet, hormonal, moments I cry, wondering if he’s stopped calling me Mom because he doesn’t feel like I’ve been much of a mom to him as of late. I hate that I have to keep saying “Sorry Scotland, I can’t do that right now. I will be able to do that in a few weeks when I’m all healed.” I miss playing cars on the floor, picking him up to wash his face, and tickle matches on his bed. All in time, I tell myself.
Today, for the first time I felt myself- able to get around, without pain and discomfort. (We’ll see how I feel tomorrow!) I put on the ergo baby and helped Scotter make sugar cookies, I nursed under a cover while Scotland played at the gym. It was my first day-long attempt to truly mother two. Granted, Pam was here and helped a ton- holding Anders here, playing with Scotland there. I’m not sure what I’m going to do when there’s no one to back me up and fill in the blanks. But today I felt empowered (maybe my iron levels are back to normal). I can do this. Bring it on!