You’ll be ten weeks old tomorrow, and I think our babymoon / honeymoon period may be coming to an end. It’s not any fault of your own because you’re still cute and all, but everything else seems to be catching up to your mother and I (e.g., lack of sleep, lack of broccoli, life). Coming back to my marathon analogy, it’s like we sprinted the first quarter mile of the race as much out of sheer excitement as it was us not knowing how to pace ourselves (or more accurately, you’re dictating a pace we didn’t train for). And at this point, it feels like our bodies are slowly breaking down – back pain, neck pain, body aches, infected cuts, clogged milk ducts, inability to regulate body temperature – but when we look at you curled up on one of our shoulders with your fingers curled up around the shirt not wanting to let go, it’s hard to think of anything else.
Your mother has stopped eating the following: apples, bananas, pears, peaches, melons, hummus, beans, onions, green peppers, broccoli, cabbage, peas, carrots, corn, celery, asparagus, artichokes, brussel sprouts, and kale. If you know her, those are basically her favorite foods. And why is she doing this? Because apparently it can cause gas (just as much for you as it does for her) and that’s something you don’t seem to do well with. She/we will hold you upright for 30 minutes after you feed to help with your influx, and at a cool 6.5kg now, you’re not light! I’m not saying this to impress others because a lot of parents go to these lengths for their kids, but if you ever start thinking we don’t care about you, think of this!
As for my relationship and interactions with your mother, it can be summed up with this picture.