Andi Rose – 6 weeks
My sweet Andi Rose is 6 weeks old today.
These last 6 weeks have been bananas. On one hand, it is all going by too quickly for my liking. I already feel nostalgic thinking back to Andi’s birth and the moment the nurse placed her on my chest. A part of me wants to relive all that again because it was just so wonderful. But on the other hand, I’m like, “Hurry up, Christmas!” ←Because I just love Christmas and because Andi will be 6 months old then and that’s when I remember things getting really good with Atlas.
Andi is such a great baby though, so I really can’t say that things aren’t “good” now.
To be honest, I have been pleasantly surprised by motherhood this go around. Atlas had colic and he pretty much screamed every day from about 5 or 6pm until midnight. He also hated his stroller, carseat and baby swing so that made life tricky. Andi rarely cries in the car (she’s already been on 2 road trips), she loves her stroller and she will sit in her baby swing for 45 minutes sometimes. She’s just laid back and easy going, which is exactly what I prayed for when I found out I was pregnant.
Simply put, I just enjoy her more than I anticipated. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy Atlas…but let’s just say I enjoy him a lot more now than when he was her age. There isn’t a person on this planet who cracks me up like Atlas does and his spit-fire personality provides constant laugh-out-loud entertainment in our home. He is such a blessing. But, those first several weeks with him were so incredibly tough. Andi is just easier – at least at this stage. Who knows what she will throw at me later in life.
I keep waiting for her to ‘wake up’ and start screaming like he did. And don’t get me wrong, she does cry (if you were in our neighborhood Whole Foods yesterday around noon, then you know she cries). And she gets fussy in the evenings for sure! It just isn’t to the same level that I grew accustomed to with Atlas.
Her sleep schedule isn’t the best. That was one great thing about Atlas. He would scream until he just flat passed out and by the time he was her age he was sleeping 11+ hours at night, with only 1 quick wake up to feed. Andi’s nighttime sleeping is sporadic and she typically doesn’t sleep longer than 4 hours at a time. I’m pretty sleep deprived at the moment. But I do know this is a short phase, so I don’t actually mind waking up with her – especially since she isn’t up screaming. She’s just awake and squeaking and looking for food. Dare I say, some nights I even enjoy the extra cuddles with her? But then some nights I’m like, “OMG! I just want to freaking sleep!” So, there’s that.
She eats like a champ and I’m so grateful for that. She was 10 pounds 4 ounces at her 1 month check up. Homegirl can put down the food. I don’t have her on a ‘strict’ feeding schedule yet and I think this may be contributing to her sporadic sleep schedule, but we’ll get all that sorted out soon. For now, I’m just letting her rule the roost. With Atlas, I was all, “You’ve got to be on this Baby Wise schedule because that’s the only way you’ll get into college and that’s the only way I’ll ever get my life back.” With Andi I’m more like, “You may be better off just marrying rich and I don’t have a life anymore…unless watching The Bachelor with a pint of ice cream counts?” You can file this under hashtag “second child problems.”
Atlas has finally taken to her and it is the sweetest thing. Like today, he begged to hold her so I let him (of course, I supervised and helped) and he kept saying “awww” and kissing her. Gah! It’s just too cute! And then later she was crying in her swing so he ran over with his favorite bear and put his bear next to her. It’s so awesome to watch him with her now. Such a huge improvement from when we initially brought her home. But I still have to watch him around her 24/7 – not because he’s mean, but because he’s 22 months old and unpredictable.
I’m feeling pretty good postpartum. Mentally and emotionally I’m feeling a lot better this go around. I think it is just because my perspective is so different. That’s not to say I haven’t had my share of meltdowns, but overall I would say I’m feeling grateful, blessed and happy. Physically I feel mostly recovered, but still not 100%. I also still have around 10 pounds to lose (insert emoji with streaming tears here). I feel like I’m walking around with a small tire around my waist, but I’m hoping with the right amount of exercise I can get back into my favorite jeans by fall. That may be too ambitious though. There are definitely days when I look in the mirror and I want to cry, but then I realize I just had my second child so I need to cut myself some slack. You know those cute signs you can hang in your house that say, “Pardon the mess, but we live here” – that’s sort of how I feel about my body right now (*ahem* and my house). There’s a part of me that so desperately wants my old body back right.this.second, but then I’m like, “Um, pardon the mess, but 2 kids actually lived in here.” I’m so grateful that my body was a safe and nurturing home for Atlas and Andi. My stomach may be softer than I would like and my hips may be wider than they used to be, but my body was used to do something marvelous, so who cares if it is a bit ‘messy’ at the moment. It has been put to good use and it has served me well.
I mean, just look at this precious angel.
And yes, that’s a real cat in the above photo with Andi. I die.
*All photos are by Pebbles and Polkadots.* I cannot recommend Mary enough if you’re looking for a newborn/family photographer.