My little snugglebug here has entered a phase where he must be cuddled at all times. If he is awake, I’m holding him. We have all the latest in infant motion technology including a vibrating bouncy seat, a vibrating pack and play, and a super deluxe swing that is so advanced it has an ipod docking station. But none of them will keep him content unless he is asleep.
A friend told me that she figured old ladies get such saggy arms because we build our muscles up like crazy when we have babies, and once we stop using those massive mommy muscles, all that beefcake turns to sag. I can now see there might be some truth to this. Oh gosh, they’re killing me.
We had another visit from the home health OT, and my premature little guy is not only right on track with his development, but he’s actually catching up to his chronological age. He’s such a strong little kid. He already stands up on my lap whenever I sit down. I have to fight him to still behave like a baby.
Of course he has also gotten hungrier by the day while still only being able to eat 2 oz before barfing everything back up, which means that he wants to eat every hour and a half. So for the past week I’ve pretty much done nothing but feed this kid. As a result, I’m slowly starting to let go of my daily goals. I naively start each day with plans of what I’d like to do, and every day I end up doing nothing more but maybe unloading the dishwasher. It’s so frustrating, but I don’t really want to put him down, either. I just need about four more arms.
He’s the cutest little guy. I know every mother is partial, but he is seriously the cutest little baby ever. I keep trying to take pictures of him, but he’s still too little to sit up, and I haven’t exactly mastered the art of holding him in one hand and a camera in the other. I spent hours today setting up an elaborate photo shoot – ironing a sheet, moving furniture, arranging pillows. I’d taken a couple shots and decided that his diaper was ruining my shots (since it still manages to come halfway up his chest). No sooner had I taken off the diaper and turned around to grab the camera, then he peed all over my perfectly ironed sheet.
I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it. He’s growing, he’s doing great, and he’s the cutest most perfect baby ever.