It’s been a week already and we are very much in a feed, sleep, change nappy, repeat, cycle. It’s very nice, albeit bloomin tiring. This time round there is no earth shattering overwhelming mental change you have to go through, that comes with the first, so it feels slightly more bearable and all a bit more calmer. Don’t get me wrong, we definitely look like zombies some days and I am living in my ultra starry dressing gown and pjs most days. It also looks like we have a bit of a florists flower displays on our windowsill, and by that I mean we have several unwrapped bouquets in one vase. I definitely need more vases. I definitely also need to do some much needed flower arranging, quickly. Maybe that will be my one mission for tomorrow. Today’s was sampling pink lemonade lucozade. It’s very very nice!
Little Baby E has finally been named and wow was that hard. You’d think we had more than enough time with the whole 9 months pregnancy thing but, when it came down to it, picking one name was pretty difficult. But it’s done now and we should register it quick smart before we change our minds. The perception is that he is a very calm baby compared to Little Z. I think the reality is that his parents look far less frazzled this time and that’s what is sending off the “calm” vibe. He is pretty calm though and I hope it continues. He always has a thoughtful look on his face, like he’s thinking about something. Little Z was a coo-er right from the start.
Oh, he’s not that calm when he’s wanting feeding. Then he’s like a little baby velociraptor with a super powerful clamp. He looks like a permanently hungry little bird in the nest, beak wide open all the time, searching for his next feed. And he’ll latch onto anything, including his own arm. It’s very cute.
Little Z finds him fascinating and boring all at once. Why does he have no teeth? Why does he not talk? When will he talk? When will he get his teeth? Does he like biscuits? The questions are thick and fast but he’s slowly realising babies don’t actually do that much. There is a serious amount of bodyguarding when visitors come round and also a serious amount of baby toy vetting before the baby can even see it. At least I think that’s what he’s doing.
Family and friends have been amazing and we have a whole bunch of presents and cards and all sorts. One of the nicest surprises this week was when my oldest friends, who now lives abroad, popped in as a complete surprise. I’d started suspecting about 30 minutes before she arrived at my door. But ahhhh, how lovely to see her. We then had to talk at a million miles an hour as she was only here for a few hours.
We have no routine yet and the baby does not sleep through the night. I’ve been very good and not punched either of the humans that asked me those questions this week. Moreso I’m also not bothered about a routine. Not just yet. Although, some 5 hour blocks of sleep would be rather fabulous right now.
(Week 12 of Project 52 and linking up to Sunday Photo)