Published by admin on 14 Aug 2012
First month down, you guys! A million to go! And at the rate it’s taking me to write this entry, he’ll be 8 years old wondering why I’m still talking about that time he peed in his face, shat on his dad and puked during a nap.
Moe went from a sweet sleepy baby with jaundice to a grumpy baby who hates when he’s either not eating or not on his tummy. That’s not entirely true, but the kid does have a healthy appetite and really would prefer we let the SIDS fears go and just let him sleep on his stomach already. He probably wants a blanket and a pillow too, goddamnit.
All kidding aside, he’s a pretty good baby. He smiles at us (we think? sometimes it corresponds with a major shitstorm, but other times it’s when Seth gets home and says hello). He has these adorable coos and squeaks. Even his early fussing before he starts to wail is pretty adorable. It sort of sounds like he’s fake laughing. He finally lost his belly button stump last week, so we finally gave the little buster a bath. He LOVES the bath.
He goes by Buster, Buster Magoo, Mr. Magoo, Moe, Momo, Momar Khadafi, Mr. Moe, Booger, Bugs, Bugsy, and Bugsy Doolittle.
We’re currently struggling with some “sleep issues” mostly he doesn’t like to sleep and we do. It’s an issue. Last night, Seth was up with him for 3 hours while he alternated between screaming and catnapping. Could it be the thrush? Could it be a growth spurt? Could it be we don’t know what the fuck we’re doing?
Yes. We have thrush. Yes, I have called my dear sweet baby “vagina mouth.” And my own formerly awesome breasts are now my enemy. My yeast infectiony enemy. After struggling with latch issues, I wasn’t aware that your breasts aren’t supposed to burn and hurt and feel awful all of the time. So, yeah, I’ve probably had it for about a week untreated. Moe only has a little bit of white on his tongue and doesn’t seem to be too bothered by it, he doesn’t love the Nyastin drops however, but whatever we got to coo over baby’s first prescription!
But enough about me, let’s talk about ME. I’m still healing. My incision looks weird. My stomach is so weak I sometimes struggle to get out of a reclined position. My arms are getting SUPER strong though. And as of this morning I’ve lost 25 pounds. Which would be awesome if I only gained 30 pounds during pregnancy. I DID NOT. I gained 50 pounds. So there, babycenter!
It’s all happening so fast. Slow down, baby. If you want more Moe, I post on twitter (@awkwardlysocial) and Instagram (also @awkwardlysocial).
He’s such a charming little baby. I can’t help but forgive his crying jags.