My girl turned 7 weeks old yesterday!
(Insert typical mom “where has the time gone?” remark.)
Seven weeks is a big milestone in our household. It’s when we realized Wyatt’s behavior wasn’t a typical. He’d already gotten the reflux and colic diagnoses, but 7 weeks is when his sleeping tanked and he started waking up every hour.
I wrote this post the day Wyatt turned 7 weeks old, and I just tried to re-read it but I couldn’t make it through. My heart started racing, my palms got sweaty, and I felt pins and needles all over. I love my son more than anything, but I’m not quite ready to re-live those moments from his infancy.
I know I said I wouldn’t compare my babies, but a lot* of people have asked if Hadley is a better sleeper than Wyatt. Overnight, she is the polar opposite of her brother (THANK GOD). I’m embarrassed to admit how long she sleeps at night because 90% of you will hate me. (She’ll only nap on me during the day so that makes it even, right? No. Not at all.)
A (teeny tiny) part of me is grateful for everything we went through with Wyatt. It made me a more patient and understanding person, and perhaps the rough initiation to motherhood is exactly what my overly type A self needed. Plus, I’m glad that I had Wyatt first. If Hadley was the oldest, I would have thought her sleeping habits and overall demeanor were normal.
I would have thought all babies slept most of the night. I would have thought “fussy” = general evening crankiness accompanied by maybe 20 minutes of all out screaming. I would have thought a couple bouts of spit up in a day were “a lot”, and assumed all babies were able to stay in the same outfit all day long. I would have thought babies could chill in bouncy seats and swings for a bit without pterodactyl screeching so moms could get some things around the house done.
I would have thought wrong. I know that all babies are not anywhere near this easy. So, you better believe that I count my lucky stars every day that Hadley is. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but we’re at 7 weeks now. I don’t want to jinx it, but I’m starting to think that maybe she really is this good.
I stumbled upon an article again last week that I first read two years ago: Why it’s Not “Just” Colic or Fussiness. It's so good that I just had to share it again. It’s one of the only pieces that accurately illustrates what it’s like to have a high-need baby. I wholeheartedly agree with all of the points the author makes.
The piece reignited a lot of old feelings and brought back some memories. I’m so thankful that the high-need experience is (hopefully) in the past for my family. It’s crazy to think that my ridiculously happy toddler is the same kid who wouldn’t crack a smile for days on end when he was an infant.
He’s kind of a happy kid now.
Even if Hadley decides sleeping and smiling aren’t fun anymore, I’ll take heart in knowing that it’s “just” a (very long and extremely difficult) phase. But for now, I’m so happy that my little girl is so happy – and well-rested!
And I’m thankful that her big brother loves her. He covered her and started reading to her!
So, that’s where we are at 7 weeks. We definitely have some difficult moments, but overall Hadley is so sweet. She almost makes me want to have another baby. Almost…
*blogger speak for 2+ people.
When I was pregnant with Wyatt, I got really into reading mommy blogs. I remember reading post after post that made the newborn phase look like a breeze. And then I had my son, and I learned the newborn days were anything but easy.
She makes it look easy, though!
So far, my daughter is a much easier baby than my son was (knock on wood, knock on wood, knock on wood...). I love my kids so, so, so much. But I’m still not a huge fan of the newborn period.
Because it’s hard. So hard. Sleeping in 1- 2 hour (if I’m lucky) spurts isn’t easy. Not knowing why your baby is crying isn’t easy. Bloody nipples aren’t easy (I promise to share more about our breastfeeding struggles soon – Hadley is doing amazing and eats like a champ, but my boobs are having a difficult time adjusting to nursing this time around.)
None of it is easy at all. But it’s all 100% worth it. And, thankfully, it’s only temporary.
The best part of being a second-time mom? I know that one day she will sleep. And one day she’ll be able to tell me what’s bothering her, and one day I’ll really miss breastfeeding. Until then, thank God for coffee, a patient big brother, and newborn snuggles.
Ok, cuddling a newborn is easy.
Our baby girl made her swift appearance first thing on Sunday morning!
Say hi to Hadley! We love her so much.
born 4/13/14 at 12:21 a.m.
7lbs 4oz, 19.5 inches
I’ll share more soon!