Last night, Alex decided that sleep was completely overrated. At just before one, I heard him hootin’ and hollerin’ in his crib. I poked Zach, in my nearly-always failed attempt to get him to deal with Alex for the more and more often occurring middle of the night wakings.
I spent the next hour rocking, sitting with, shhh-ing, and rubbing the back of, Alex. He fell asleep on my chest a few times, only to decide when he was put back in his crib that he was not amused. Insta-stand! “Up!” “No!” and then tears. “Up!”
He wouldn’t even sleep in our bed. Our warm, comfy, parent-filled, bed. He just kept sitting up.
Finally, Alex decided at about 3:30 that it would be okay to sleep for a few hours.
Fortunately for him, Zach’s parents are still in town. So when Alex woke up for the day I got to continue sleeping and didn’t have to groggily and angrily feed, change, and entertain.
Also fortunately for him, he’s been doing more cute things that melt my heart. Like accept a kiss from a Power Ranger. And then give the Power Ranger a kiss. All while saying “mmmmwah!”
I even have proof of the kiss types: one and two! (Although kisses type two are much less damp with the Power Ranger.)
I’m busy doing a little procrastination right now, and decided it would be a good time to share one of my favorite recent pictures of Alex:
I just adore this photo, and I’m not entirely sure why. He no longer particularly enjoys his “cage”–a bummer considering we just got it and it wasn’t very cheap–but he has gotten extremely good at pulling himself to standing and even moving a bit side to side while in there.
5 Minutes For Mom is hosting a Mother’s Day Contest! The best part about this contest (besides the 1000 dollar prize!) is that it is a photo contest, where you share a picture that “tell[s] some sort of story of what motherhood means to you.” I have been absolutely thrilled to look through all of the fantastic entries.
This is Alexander, two days after he was born via cesarean section after three hours of unsuccessful pushing following 14 hours of labor. To me, motherhood is about love, giving and a bit of fear. Love for your children, giving them everything you are able, and fear for their well being. Alex ended up highly jaundiced, and only a few hours after this picture he was taken from me and sent to the NICU. He was by far the largest baby in the NICU (at 9 pounds 12 ounces!) but I was scared nonetheless. In the picture you can see how yellow he is, and also my IV, which I was given after getting a high fever during labor. This picture reminds me of all of the emotions I felt, and exactly what motherhood is: love, giving and a bit of fear.
from Zach Paine
Had to share my squealing little man. Sometimes it can be hard to tell whether something really terrible is happening or if he is having a lot of fun. His favorite time to squeal wildly? 6:30 am.
I took some cute pictures and a video of Alex tonight, and feel the need to share:
He’s crawling so well, now! He doesn’t like to crawl “on demand” but will crawl all the way across the room in a second flat if he sees something he isn’t supposed to touch and I turn my back for one second. I am constantly running after him now! Even when I am actively watching him he manages to get into things he shouldn’t!
I said this in a previous post, but I still am shocked at how much of a little person he has become over the last few weeks. When I interact with him now, it’s real. He’s there, and he is clearly starting to understand more about the world around him. When I bang on the table, he bangs on the table. When I stick my tongue out and blow, he sticks his tongue out and blows. He giggles before you tickle him because he can see your hand coming in to touch his belly. He smiles when you walk in the room, and talks to you when you are walking away.
He’s wonderful, even if he is a pain in the butt to get to sleep!