Whataweek!

What a FULL and OVERFLOWING week this has already been. Baby B is 7 weeks old today. Time is just FLYING by. He has been shopping, out to eat, to a couple birthday parties, to visit the siblings @ school, to get coffee, to Mimi's house, etc, etc, etc. We continue to deal with thrush. It's nasty. I wonder if it hurts Blake, because I know it hurts ME. The script med is not really helping. We are going to try the violet medicine, which I am uber afraid of. I'm told it stains EVERYTHING. But, we have to get rid of the thrush. Blake also started meds yesterday for reflux...the first 24 hours he was like a brand new baby...sleeping better and absolutely no spitting up. David was amazed that it was working so quickly but I was afraid to get to happy, thinking it must be too good to be true. Well, the last couple hours he has been fussy. Hmmm. Babies can definitely be fussy...for so many reasons...so hopefully it's something temporary, and not the reflux bothering him again. I put him in the baby sling, which he seems to be getting used to, it's a new concept for both of us. We went outside to watch our middle two children, Joseph and Isabel jump on the trampoline. Our oldest, Andrew, wanted to put the sling on and give "baby wearing" a try. Why not? He did a pretty darn good job if I do say so myself, and I do say so :-)

The other kiddos (the ones I had before Blake hahaaa)are doing pretty good. They are all eager to help out, a little too eager at times. Isabel is torn between mother hen, and still wanting to be the baby herself. Advice? Anyone? It's definitely challenging (to say the least). It's really hard to spread yourself around and make sure ALL the kiddos in the house are getting the time and attention they deserve, when there is a brand new little one around who can do absolutely nothing for himself. It both exhausts me out and breaks my heart just thinking about all the mistakes I am potentially making right now. But, you live and you learn. And, as I said in the beginning of this post...time flies...they grow up so fast, and soon, I'm going to be missing these days...right? :-)


Me and my sweet boy...

Andrew, trying out the sling...

Me, trying to capture and UNhappy Blake from above...

Deuces, yall...

6 weeks...

Let me just say that I completely torn between being elated and heartbroken at the same time. Baby Blake turned 6 weeks on Wednesday. I am elated to have a happy, thriving, overall healthy, beautiful baby. I am heartbroken that he is growing so fast. As a Mom, I think that's normal, though. He still seems so new, yet life without him seems like a distant memory.

Overall, he is doing well. He has thrush at the moment, which he passed on to me, via breastfeeding. It's better now, but I must admit was HORRIBLE and the pain just about caused me to give up breastfeeding all together. But, we are both taking medicine, and hope it will be gone soon, either way, it's much better than it was.
He is growing...he was born @ 7.4 pounds and now is somewhere between 10 and 11 pounds. I've already had to pack away his newborn clothing, and did good not to break down in tears.

He was born with a place on his head, the doctor referred to it as nevus sebaceous, and said it will have to be removed in a few years. He told me a few other things about it that were kind of scary. I came home and did some searching on the internet, which I should NOT have done. Kind of freaked me out. But, for now, we leave it alone and I just try to keep my mind off of it, after all, God is in control here!

Everyone asks how I am. I'm ok. Lot's of people say I look tired. I am. I really don't like hearing I look that way, though...a wee bit depressing. Everyone thinks because Blake is number 4 that I've got this "Mom thang" down and things are just falling into place. Not so. Blake is definitely our most challenging baby thus far. Don't get me wrong, he is an overall good baby, and he's not colic or anything...he is just far more demanding, and cries more than any of our other three. My other three, as infants, were so close to perfect, that I think they must've spoiled me, because I'm having a bit of a rough time with Blake. But, he is amazing and beautiful and precious...and when I have moments I can just sit still and stare at him, I get teary eyed knowing we planned NOT to have him, and he made it anyway. God is good.

Blake's biggest achievement thus far is smiling. It's fabulous and melts my heart. He's only done it a few times (not counting times in his sleep or when it's just a natural movement...ya know, like when people say "That's just gas" haha). His first real smile was last week...there is nothing better than seeing his sweet face lock eyes with me and grin at me...his Mommy. So, happy 6 weeks to our little miracle!