Two Weeks Old!
Look who’s celebrating her two week birthday today!
What a party animal. :-)
I can’t believe two weeks have already passed since we were holding her for the first time in our hospital room. And yet, at the same time, that also feels like FOREVER ago—how was it only two weeks ago? That seems to be one of the strange contradictions of having a newborn—sometimes it seems like time is flying, and other times it seems like each minute is barely inching around the clock.
Usually during the inching minutes, Lila looks like the opposite of this:
Which, unfortunately, is not all that unusual. We’ve certainly had our fair share of struggles this week. Lila still sleeps a lot (as you can see), which we’re grateful for. However, when she’s up, there’s usually quite a bit of fussing going on, especially in the evenings. She seems to want to fuss for a few hours each night (and some mornings), which I know, I know—isn’t that bad. I mean, she usually fusses for just a few hours and then is perfectly happy to sleep for the night (she wakes up once at 3 for a feeding, but then usually goes right back to sleep).
BUT. Two hours is an awfully long time to listen to your baby cry. And “cry” doesn’t really do it justice—she’s usually in an all-out wail, flailing her arms and crying real tears, while looking up at us with the most bewildered expression on her face. Sometimes, she pulls her legs up to her stomach and grimaces in pain, which could mean gas and stomach pain. But sometimes, she just kind of seems miserable for no reason that we can find.
It turns out having a baby is hard.
We’re trying to stay sane—passing her off to each other regularly helps. One of us stays with Lila and tries to soothe her as best we can, while the other takes a shower, lays in bed—just relaxes a little before the next shift is up.
I don’t want this to be a Debbie Downer post—even with the fussy evenings, inexplicable tears, and meltdowns from all three of us, we’re crazy in love with this baby. But, I think we’re both looking forward to a time when we can read her signals a little more easily, and when the three of us know each other a little better. I have to remember that even though we’ve “known” Lila for over nine months, she’s still a relative stranger to us, as we are to her. I know it’s going to take a while to build the level of comfort and security that we want (and need) to have with her. She won’t be a newborn forever, and even though this time is tough, I’m trying to take each day at a time and appreciate each moment—even the fussy ones.
Happy two week birthday, little miss!