Friday 5: Newborn haze #Friday5
We’re in this newborn haze. I remember it from last time, but this time my husband is making more of an effort to get me out of the house (because the first go-round I was indoors for almost two weeks straight. It was not good for me mentally.) We’ve had a good week at home. Let’s recap. (And link up for Friday 5)
But first, before I get into updates and photos, I want to remind everyone that I have TWO giveaways going on right now! Be sure to enter to win the Mother’s Day gift basket (so many awesome items in that one!) and the Klement’s sausage pack. Summer sausage and snack sticks. You’ll thank me if you win them. They’re that good.
1. My boy read sentences the other night. LEGIT SENTENCES. I made my husband come into his room and listen to him because I couldn’t believe it. One of the first steps of learning to read is memorizing the story, but this was a book we don’t read on a regular basis, so I was dumbfounded.
2. Speaking of my boy, he really does love “his baby.” It took him a few days to catch on and remember her name (oh he was so upset that he couldn’t remember her name the day she was born. The downfall to not telling anyone before the birth.) She laid on his bed with him while he read, and was mesmerized. And when he finished, he laid next to her, and she grabbed his hand, pretty much making his entire day. He’s so sweet with her.
3. It took a few days for Chloe to forgive me for bringing a baby into the house. She was not like this with the first one. This time has been funny, and while she’s somewhat interested, I think she is upset that my attention is split yet again. She’s getting back to wanting to sleep next to me, but we’ve had moments where she won’t even come near me. Such a finicky cat. We’re thinking of finding someone to do newborn photography Austin, just to try and capture the funny interactions between our grumpy cat and new bundle of delight.
4. I’m so anxious to exercise again, and I can’t for another month. I had a repeat c-section, so I’m not allowed to drive until next week (two weeks from the surgery date.) And no exercise for 6 weeks. I just want to walk, and I’m hoping that by next week I can do some light walking (not up the hill next to my house. That’s rough.)
5. My evenings are spent on the couch nursing a newborn. She’s been doing great at night, but the evenings are her witching hours (yes, hours) and she demands food for hours. So I feed her. There are worse things I could be doing. It’s tiring, though. I didn’t realize just how exhausting breastfeeding could be until this one. I don’t recall being this tired with our son.
