Tuesday, March 10, 2009

We will survive

Not too much new this last week. It has returned to frigid and snowing around here so Brayden and I have been focusing on finding daycare for the dreaded day of seperation. The pediatrician says it is always harder on mom and dad then it is on baby, and that is reassuring. The great news is that Kayla (http://cookinkayla.blogspot.com/) has agreed to spend some of her maternity leave with Brayden so we can take a little longer finding care. One minute I am telling myself it is fine, no big deal, people do it every day...the next I find myself in the middle of the ugly cry wondering who will give him his pacifier and reassuring myself that he is a cute baby so that will make people want to hold and cuddle him despite the fact that he poops VERY stinky poops.

Speaking of the pediatrician, Brayden is now 8 weeks old, and went in for his two month check up. He is doing fantastic, and growing well. He is in the 57th percentil for length (23 inches!!) and the 43rd percentile for weight (11 pounds!!!). He has outgrown all of the 0-3 month stuff and we have gotten to break out the super cute 3-6 month outfits (although those 3-6 month onsies are kinda small and are on their way to the "too small" box as well). And in spite of the fact that we are following the alternate vaccination schedule written by Dr. Bob Sears in order to remove some of the threat of autism, Brayden was subjected to his first vaccinations today. One was oral, and very confusing for the little guy. The second was a sharp poke in the leg and we both cried. Jeremiah tried to comfort me while Brayden just snuggled down into the relief that is my arms. Nobody told me that motherhood would turn me into such a crier...just add it to the list of things no one ever tells you, I guess!

And I will conclude this posting with the much celebrated news that Brayden has officially slept through the night! From 11 p.m to just about 5 a.m., and I felt like a new woman. I woke up at 4:45, the milk factory warning impending explosion, and thought "I feel great! I could run a marathon...it's going to be a beautiful day...everything is beautiful!" I think my delirius brain has gotten used to functioning in bits and pieces of sleep and was completely thrown off by the six hours of no interuptions.

I have been trying to upload a video for the last week and just can't seem to get it to work. I'll keep trying though!

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