One Month Checkup

Went to the doctor's today to have our one month checkup and Owen and Will are doing very well. Owen is slightly, ever so slightly heavier than his big brother at 7lb 7oz and William has caught up nicely at 7lb 6oz. However, since he did the biggest poop of his life after we came home from the visit (thanks to Gramma Susan for doing all the clean up on that monster!) we think his weight gain might have been pushed out into the diaper (and onto the change table, and into several washcloths...don't even ask! like I said, monster poop!)

The boys are doing really well though, they are breastfeeding (despite mummy having a sore boob on one side...they don't care, as long as there is boob, life is good) and taking a bottle or two of formula in the night so that Daddy can help with the feeding. They seem to eat every 3, 4 or 5 hours depending on the day, so its hard to build any kind of schedule, but I've been told that that will come with time, so I'm not worrying about it. They're also becoming much more alert, staying awake during the day for longer periods of time and just taking in the world around them. I try to remember to talk to them and say their names and sing, but sometimes its just easier to sit and stare back!

Sleep would be nice, naps would be nice, my body back to myself would be nice (enough of the sore chest, please! enough of the not fitting into anything but two pairs of sweatpants and a couple of tops, please!) but cuddles and soft little heads and satisfying burps seem to be nicer somehow. At least in the light of day they are. At 3 in the morning its a whole different ballgame.

I also have to learn to stop asking random parents when their kids started to sleep through the night, or when it "gets easier" because everyone has told me something different and none of them are the answer I'm looking for - "tomorrow night, dear girl! They will sleep 8 hours tomorrow night and life will be much easier after that" I already know the real answer and now I just have to accept it: It ain't gonna happen girlie, so give it up! They'll sleep when they sleep and it won't get easier, it'll just get different!

All I can say is its a good thing these boys are so gosh darn cute because I melt every time they look at me and I laugh every time they pull a face or do the stinkiest fart or pee on me and themselves two seconds after their bath. And although I've got a cracked nipple and it can sometimes be quite painful to breastfeed, there is something very satisfying about knowing they're getting fat and healthy from what I can give them. Plus I hate sterilizing the bottles and working out all the formula measurements. So...all this to say that life is good, very different, very tiring, but good in its own new way. I might come back and delete all this in the middle of the night and fill it with swear words instead, but for now - life is peach-fuzz-on-top-of-babies-heads sweet.

I've been trying to add photos but it doesn't seem to be working today. Will try again later.
Boys and gramma Susan are sleeping so I might try to snooze too. Ciao for now.