Yves is officially 1 month old!
This has been one of the most trying months of my life. Learning to get used to a new baby is something else. I don’t care what anyone says, no amount of reading or advice from other people/moms can prepare you for the first 30 days of life. The sleep deprivation is unreal. I’ve had to get up, bright eyed and bushy tailed on 3 hours or less of sleep. Thankfully, Richard has been an amazing partner and father. He gets up with me in feed/change shifts so that we can get some solid shut eye between shifts.
In a small little congratulations: My brother, three weeks after Yves was born, found out that his wife was 28 weeks pregnant. It was discovered when she went for a CT scan to check for additional adhesions from her endometriosis. They had to stop the scan due to finding the baby that my brother had no idea was there. After describing to me what the tech saw, I suggested he and his wife go to the ER complaining of cramps after hearing that she was recently pregnant in order to get a better idea as to how far along she was. Well, that’s when they confirmed she was pregnant but certainly NOT 10 weeks or less. They had almost had a baby and didn’t know!! (Someone call TLC. ) I’m so happy for my brother. He, of all people I know, deserves the most to have children.
Yves eats like a champ. No. Really. He eats like an olympian. There are times when I swear to God, he doesn’t get enough to eat because he will nurse, and nurse and nurse. He’s gaining weight though, so he’s clearly getting enough.
Nowadays, we are working on increasing his upper body strength with tummy time. He’s handling it pretty well!
Until he gets lazy that is. Then he just likes to scoot around with his feet. peets~peets~peets~
Of course, when he realizes that I’m taking photos, he turns into a real ham sandwich.