I thought time went fast with one kiddo, well now that there are two it seems to go twice as fast! Conner is already a month old and he is growing like a weed. He is even starting to grow out of some newborn sized clothing.
At two weeks he was already a whopping 8 pounds even (up 7 oz since birth) and now he is 9 pounds 5 ounces and 22 inches (up 2 inches since birth).
For the first three weeks we had Conner sleeping in bed with us on a contoured pillow - which we also did with Viv - since it raised him up safely out of roll-over range and it kept him snugly in place on the pillow from the dipped contour. It also was helpful because for the first week I slept sitting up because it was too hard to lay down and then sit up to nurse after my c-section.
Once I was feeling better and it was comfortable to lay down in bed and sit up when necessary - at three weeks - we moved Conner to the rock ‘n play next to my side of the bed. It was nice to regain space in the bed which allowed more space for me to side-lay nurse and for Tyler and I to snuggle too.
Now a month into the parenting-a-boy gig we can look back on some lessons learned. Namely that changing a little boy’s diaper is much different and harder than a girl’s! Conner is a pretty easy going baby and so far he only seems to cry when trying to tell us something. Either his diaper is wet/dirty, he is starving to death, or he has a bubble and needs to burp. Sometimes he does cry when he just wants to suck on his paci and he has lost it but otherwise he is mostly easy peasy. The only exception to this is from about 5pm to 9pm when he routinely turns into a fussy pants. That simply is the magic of the witching hour - whiny for no reason - it shall pass.
In the early part of the month Conner was sleeping like a champ. He would sleep 3-4 hour chunks of time and I would wake him to nurse. Then he started waking up more frequently requesting a meal about every hour to hour and a half because he didn’t like having large meals at night (thankfully because it limited his spit up). Once the early morning comes he prefers to snuggle and nurse on and off while side-laying and sleeping snuggled up which is fine by me - although Conner gets a bit sweaty. I am enjoying his snuggliness now while I can because I learned too late with Viv how quickly this phase passes and once he no longer wants to snuggle there is no going back. Maybe if I’m lucky he will be a total mama’s boy because Vivian is absolutely all about daddy, daddy, daddy (with some extra love for baby too).
The main challenge with Conner right now is his spitting up. Luckily it generally isn’t an issue at night (probably because of the lazy intake and I wish I could replicate our actions during the day) but during the day he gets gassy and upset and requires burping which sometimes can hold off the spitting up but other times just triggers the spit up - and I am talking letting loose a dam kind of spit up, the kind that flows down your shirt and pants and into your sandaled toes (so sorry Nora… it’s because he loves you)! Needless to say it is gross and I smell like baby barf almost constantly since I am the one generally in range and I can only get proactively lucky part of the time. Next time you see my little man, he will probably be donning a bib. It’s the only way to keep him reasonably dry.
Thankfully, Conner’s pediatrician thinks the spit up issue is because of my large supply and fast flow and his lack of ability to control flow yet rather than reflux or anything else. In time he will learn and hopefully the spitting up will lessen but until then I will just be doing a lot of laundry.
In other Conner news, he is just cute as a button and that’s about it!