Josiah is really filling out. His cheeks are chubby. Weight: 8lbs,
2oz.
It got a bit
chilly. Josiah was bundled up in many
layers when we had an outdoor showing of the Jesus film. He’s wrapped up in the beautiful blanket
grandma (Jeff’s mom) made.
At 1 month old Josiah
weighs 9lbs, 11oz which means he’s gained an average of a pound a week over
these last three weeks. He is in size 1
diapers now and quickly outgrowing those newborn sized clothes.
Josiah is still
not a good sleeper at night! No matter
what we try to do schedule-wise during the day seems to help with the night
time routine. Sometimes he’s up every hour
wanting to nurse. Sometimes he doesn’t
want to nurse and is just fussy even in our arms. And sometimes he’s just wide awake for hours
on end, but of course wanting to be held and preferring the person holding him
be in a standing position.
Banner I made for Josiah
Jeff commented
to me after a sleepless night that he didn’t know how I did the sleepless night
thing week after week. My response:
because I know that this will one day all be over and I might just miss not
having a little one to hold. So while
I’m being woken up countless times between 10pm and 6am I’m trying not to be
frustrated or quickly wishing the time away.
After all, at what other time does this baby #7 get my full attention
and when do I have time to give him mine except in the middle of the
night? So I sit and nurse or stand and
rock and pray over my baby or recite scriptures over him or just stare into his
precious big eyes (which stare right back into mine). Maybe it’s the whole “older and wiser” thing
or the badge of “been there, done that” that has given me a bit more
perspective this time around.
I remember when
our first was born, juggling nursing school and an infant was trying for me and
I constantly longed for sleep that never came.
When baby #2 came I was exhausted.
Then came (rather soon after I might add) baby #3 and #4 and I felt time
was creeping and that I was never going to function with all brain capacity
again. Looking back, I wish I had known
to savor those moments a little longer because guess what? one day they grow up. They grow up and spend more time kicking a
soccer ball than sitting on mom’s lap. They
read novels to themselves instead of insisting that mom read Dr Seuss over and
over to them. They spend their time playing computer games instead of hopping
colors of the Candy Land board with their mama.
5 weeks old (already!)
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Wask I love this post and I love you.
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