2 Months Postpartum
We did it! We survived another month!
Man, I enjoyed month 2 so much more than month 1! Message to new moms: It gets easier and sweeter!
Atlas grew like a weed again this past month. We had his 2 month check-up yesterday and he is currently weighing in at 15.3 pounds. No doubt about it – he is my little chunk. He got a lot taller this month too – he’s now in the 95th percentile for length (still no clue what that means).
He is becoming so alert and so much more fun to interact with! He smiles at Dave and me all the time and it is truly one of the best things I’ve ever experienced. He has laughed out loud once and I’m dying to hear that beautiful sound again. I can tell he’s on the verge of all-out laughing at things we do, but while it is easy to make him smile it is difficult to make him really laugh.
My family has given him the nickname “LD” for Little Dave because he looks exactly like Dave. That’s fine by me because I think my husband is pretty darn cute. I just hope Atlas gets my humor, wit, brains and humility. Still too early to tell on all that though. Although, he does enjoy watching himself in the mirror so I think we can already tell where he’ll fall on the humility spectrum.
He’s been a great sleeper this month. On average, he sleeps anywhere from 5.5-7 hours straight each night, wakes up to eat and then immediately goes back to sleep for another 2-4 hours. I’ll take it! Words can’t express just how thankful I am for his nighttime sleep routine. The Lord answered that prayer above and beyond what I imagined for this stage of life.
And if you’re a new mom and you’re reading this through sleep deprived eyes and cursing me because of my awesome sleeper, let me provide you with full disclosure. Atlas does have a ‘touch of colic’ according to the pediatrician and he pretty much screams at us for 3 hours in the evenings. It is maddening and there have been many nights when I’ve cried because the sound of his crying is heartbreaking (and sometimes just plain annoying if we’re being totally honest). The portion of our night prior to bedtime is rough. So, I do have a happy baby and a wonderful sleeper but I by no means have ‘the perfect baby.’
Also, I’ve come to the conclusion that the people who say they have ‘the perfect baby’ are liars. Dirty liars. At least, that’s what I tell myself when Atlas has been crying for 45 minutes straight in the evenings.
We’re thinking Atlas is going to be an extrovert because he loves watching people. He still demands to be held most of the time, but there are some portions of the day when he’s content to chill by himself. It usually helps if he has a good book to read…
I loved watching him grow this month and I’m even more excited for the month to come. Each week new challenges arise while other things get significantly easier. I would be lying if I said it doesn’t make me a little sad when I think about how much he has grown in a month though. It makes me realize how fast this time is going to go by.
The boy truly lights up our life.
I feel more like my old self this month. I attribute a lot of this to the fact that I’m running and exercising again. However, my runs aren’t as long and my workouts aren’t at the intensity they used to be. But I’m working my way back up the fitness ladder…slowly but surely. I’ve lost some speed when it comes to running, but I’m happy that I’ve been able to go out for 3 and 4 mile runs and feel decent (not great, but decent).
Breastfeeding has become so much easier and I’m more thankful each day that I stuck with it. It is becoming a bonding time for Atlas and me and as weird as it sounds, I love those early morning feedings because that is when Atlas is extra snuggly.
I still find myself dealing with the frustrations that come with having to ask for help. I just like doing things on my own, so having to ask Dave for help is difficult for me. I like cooking, washing my own dishes, doing our laundry, etc. and the reality is when you have a newborn you have to accept help from others if you expect everything to get done. Since I’m Atlas’ food source, most of the time I have to feed him while Dave picks up slack around the house. I have had a few meltdowns in the last month because I just didn’t want Dave to do the laundry or make dinner or walk the dogs…I wanted to do the laundry, make dinner and walk the dogs. Luckily, I have a terrific husband who not only helps without being asked, but he loves on me (and laughs at me) when I’m crying because I don’t want help but desperately need it. I’m a stubborn little treat, aren’t I?
I also still feel scattered most days, which is difficult when I want to do something like review our finances or go over insurance claims. It is tough to accomplish things like that when you have a newborn, so again I must ask for help…truly maddening for a control freak.
Perhaps the most difficult part of this season of life is just being so far away from family. I was fortunate this month to have 2 back-to-back weeks with my family and it made me realize just how much easier parenting would be if my mom and sisters were close by. I love that Dave and I feel more like a family in NYC because it is just us, but I do long for the help (can I get an ‘amen’ for free babysitting), support and expertise of my family.
I am so thankful for the encouragement I’ve received from afar though. My sister sends me cards. My mom sends me uplifting texts. My girlfriends send me sweet e-mails. In fact, Katie made my day when she sent me the most adorable burp rags. She actually made them and they are some of my favorites.
When other moms reach out to me and reiterate that this stage of life is difficult but oh-so-sweet it helps me more than they will probably ever know…or maybe they do know because they are moms. 😉
From what I can tell, this whole motherhood thing is going to be a roller coaster. It may be a bit of a bumpy ride, but I’m thinking it might just be the most fun one of my life.
So, that’s that. If you’re a new mom and you have questions about this stage of my life, feel free to ask! If you’re not a mom, you probably just read way more than you ever wanted to know about me and my baby. Sorry ’bout that.
Now, I’m off to feed my little ham before we head down to Rockefeller to see the Christmas tree all lit up! Pictures to come!