One Week-iversary

Today is Ted’s one week birthday, hard to believe.

Also probably hard for many of you to believe this picture does not have Ted in it.

This is my Mom.  As you all know she came down to help us for a couple weeks.  She has been making us super healthy dinners and cleaning and generally helping out with everything.

The night before last was a rough one for me.  Ted had decided he wanted a marathon feeding and had just leaked through two diapers, one soaking his pack and play, the other our bed.  I couldn’t put him down without him getting all worked up.  I brought him downstairs with me and let him fall asleep in my lap.

Then I heard my Mom get up.  I brought him up to her and asked if she could re-swaddle him and take a shift.  She agreed and I headed to bed.  She woke me up later on for a feeding and laid down the law.  She sternly said, “he gets twenty minutes on each side and then he is done.”

I tried to reason with her and tell her that all the books said it was up to the baby to tell me what he needed.  But I was tired and clearly what I was doing was not working, so I didn’t put up much of a fight.  From then on I put Ted on a strict feeding schedule.

It is miraculous.  I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.  Have I not always said I wanted to be a mom, just like my mom?  That she was three for three, with daughters who never got into drugs, rode with drunk drivers, girls who all got at least four year college degrees?

And my Mom was strict.  She didn’t buy into the whole “child knows best” movement.  So I shouldn’t be surprised that her methods work far better than any of the many books I am reading.

Last night I had to wake Ted up for all of his feedings.  He was happily snoozing away in his own room, in his own crib, all by himself.  Both Pat and I got to sleep the whole night through (except for when I was feeding him.)  And what a relief.  I am not sure if the sleeping like a log thing was a fluke, but I am definitely closely following my mom’s advice from here on out.

And of course I could not leave you without a picture of the sweetest little baby in the entire world.