Month Update: Month 2

Weight: 14lb 9

Bedtime: Elvis’ at 1930, mine around 2000! But we’re still bed-sharing with Daddy on the sofa!

Naps/Length: Hit and miss – he’s still just kinda always sleeping.

Number of feeds in 24hrs: approximately 8. He can manage 5 hours overnight without a feed.

Favourite toy/objects: Loves his playgym at Nanny’s. Oh, and his cot mobile can entertain him for a full 20 minutes whilst I get a quick rest on the bed!

Clothing age: Already in 3-6 month! Holy Hell!

Foot length: 8.8cm.

Milestones: Aiming with his hands and getting much, much better at tummy time and holding his head, although he could do both of these last month.

Successful Session

Okay, after the 5am feed on the sofa (theory being the TV might help me sleep) I set an alarm for 8 to give me time to get us both ready for a Sure Start  entire session. It was a baby massage class for just 5 people, free but bookable in advance. I really wanted to go and decided after my insomnia that if I managed to sleep until 8 I’d go.

Well the alarm went off and I was happy sleeping so ignored it, thinking sod the massage.

Half an hour later I found myself awake again and I thought, 40 minutes to feed us both, dress us both and change him. And he was such a good boy that he fed in under 20minutes giving us plenty of time.

Alone With Elvis

I think Alone used to be a main tag out theme of poetry on what was my main blog; in some ways it was/is one of my greatest fears. Oddly as an only child who is still able to thoroughly entertain myself alone, I still hate feeling alone. Even now I would rather spend my days on my own with Elvis with some item of technology – computer, pad or TV. At the most I currently only really like sharing my time with my mother. Perhaps because she understands, perhaps because she  gives me space and aid.

I can spend hours at my mum’s and feel a bit human. She can chat away to her grandson and I can eat in peace, drink a hot cup of tea, go to the loo, have a lie down, hold an adult conversation with her or her friends. This is all because she only has those hours I visit.

The time I actually feel alone the most is in the evening or weekends when it’s just me, my husband and my son.

Noticing the Small Things

Firstly, I am loving my new tablet, the keys are bigger when I’m blogging so there should be fewer typos and I don’t keep missing the ‘space’ bar.

The other day I bought a second cot mobile, this one from a nearby second hand shop. Yes, I know he doesn’t need two. No, I’m not going sleep deprived crazy. I wanted one that isn’t wind up and that also reaches over the changing table. And that’s what I got.

Thank You

On a day where I suffered extreme insomnia last night and barely slept the night before due to Elvis’ snuffliness, with little opportunity on those two days for naps, I have yet to break down.

Although my husband would disagree with that after the early hours of this morning!

I never intended on posting photos of Elvis on here, I mean I refer to him by his bump’s name for privacy, but my mind has been changed.