I can't even begin to list the ways in which this teeny tiny little human larva rocks my world. When I'm away from him, I miss him - even if I'm away for a few hours. My whole schedule right now, has to revolve around him b/c I am the Queen Bee, caring for her helpless larva. It's fun, exciting, new and oh so challanging. For a while, Mom and I had it where he was only waking for feedings and butt-cleanings - then the defective nipple incident happened.
One of the Avent bottles had a newborn colored fast flow nipple. All the bottles are supposed to come w/ one-holers, but this had three. I'd feed the little cutie at night and formula ran down his little chin. He gulped and gulped - I assumed he was super hungry and thought dreamily of four hours of sleep. Was I ever wrong! Every 20 minutes he would wake up crying and rooting. My baby garden gnome (sans beard) thrashed his head wildly from side to side, thrusting his tounge through his lips while crying. Finally, at 2:45 I passed him off to Mom and fell exhausted into bed.
In the morning Mom asked me to look at the nipple. She suspected it was the culprit of the mal-content baby. Holding it up to the sunlight, I saw not one, not two, but three holes! No wonder he swatted at it. He was nearly drowing in formula! I never would have figured that one out!
I'm used to having "chunks" of my day to get things done, such as work, writing, reading, house stuff. No longer. Going places takes twice as long b/c getting Kyle ready, packing his diaper bag, making sure I have enough bottles, and then a quick change eat up the minutes. I am forced to abandon my spontenaity and plan ahead (John and Mom think that's good for me).
Sleeplessness and chores up to my hair follicles aside, I look forward to exploring the wonders of this world with my Muffin Man. He rocks my world with wonder and expectation. Last night, after and hour of lung billowing screams, we prayed together to Jesus. Well, I did the praying in Kyle's voice. "Dear Jesus, my name is Kyle Gudger and I'm a baby. I know you were a baby once so you know what it's like. My tummy hurts and I don't know how to sleep through the night yet. My new crib, with the jungle animals hanging over my head is cool. Help me dream of puppies, bunnies, kittens, mountain streams and wildflowers. I know you love me, Jesus. Someday I'll be old enough to know what that means, but thankyou for laying next to me in my crib. Amen."
Kyle slept for almost five hours last night. I put him down around 11 and he woke up after 3, then again at 5. Two times is a record. I too, say "Thankyou Jesus!"
Stay tuned for throughts from a first time grandma (she don't know it yet, but I'll get her to blog).