Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Big Teeth

Evan’s two front top teeth have cut through and they look HUGE! Honestly, they look like adult teeth. Poor little guy. Unfortunately due to his discomfort he’s been waking up an average of twice a night and the only thing that will calm him down is feeding him. Not a good habit to get in to I know, but what else am I supposed to do?! This morning he woke up at 4am so I went in, gave him his soother and patted his back. I thought he went back to sleep, but when my alarm went off at 4:30am he was up again. Nothing I did calmed him so at 5:15am I caved and gave him a bottle. I was going to be late for work so I had no other choice. Truth is Evan always wakes up once to be fed. I know he shouldn’t need a dream feed at 10 months, but he’s waking up for it… probably out of habit now… oh what have I done?! We’re going to attempt to wean him off by decreasing the amount of formula in his bottle each night. I hope it works, although I wonder if there’s any point to starting the weaning process while he’s teething. Wait, we have to, he's going to be teething for years! Oh the mixed emotions… I marvel at his development (Teeth, hello?! Totally cool!), but agonize over the sleepless nights his development is causing. Ah well, you know what, who am I kidding, I don’t care that much. I’m the luckiest girl in the world! I’ve got an awesome baby, a fantastic man, oh and there’s my health! I have my health! Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

I'm Back

It’s been a while. I can’t exactly tell you why I haven’t posted anything. I’m inclined to say I’m busy living my life instead of writing about it, but that sounds harsh and that’s really not how I feel. I love writing and I certainly love writing about my little boy, but I guess I can say that for the last month and a bit I’ve really been focusing on myself and getting ‘me’ back on track. As a result I feel better than ever! In less than two months Evan will be one year old. I’m almost there and I feel victorious! First of all because Evan is a beautiful, healthy, happy, fascinating little boy, which to me means I’m doing a good job. I also feel victorious because John and I are stronger than ever and I’m back at work and absolutely loving it. There were (many) days 6, 4… 3 months ago when I didn’t think I would ever feel this way, yet here I am, ready to shout from the mountain tops, “I love being a mom!”. Oh, and can I tell you about the cherry on top of my already great mood? This past Sunday Evan said “Mom”. Now he had no idea what it meant, but he said it. Sure he said “Dad” on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, yesterday and today, but that’s okay. Mom is a harder word and I know I’ll get an ear full of “Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom” as he grows so I’m not worried. Even hearing it once sent shivers through me. We’ve already been through so, so much together Evan and I, but there’s still a lifetime ahead of us.

I’m back and I will try to post more often, thank you for your notes and messages and thank you for helping me through these first 10 months.