Because his morning started at 8:15 instead of 9:00 our schedule took some tweaking as the day went on. Needless to say, Martin woke up in a good mood, and after I fed him he even talked to me for awhile. He said many interesting things, such as: "allgh, oooooh, gah, and nnnndaa." He's more vocal than I expecting him to be at 6 1/2 weeks old. His dad was very vocal from a young age, but I didn't speak until I was almost two. So, I guess I didn't know what to expect from my own child--just not cooing at this age. Or smiling...
We played for about thirty minutes before I put him down for a nap. I spent his nap eating breakfast, drinking coffee, and tidying the kitchen. I've found that I really enjoy being a housewife. I thought I would go crazy never leaving the house, but it is so rewarding to stay at home with Martin. Although we do go work out in the gym about my parents' garage on a daily basis, so I can't say I never leave.
I'm trying to get him on a 3-hour schedule, so when he woke up happy in his crib, I let him stay there for about twenty minutes until 11:15. I fed him, I let him practice his version of rolling over and holding his head up until 12:30, then I put him down for a nap.
He woke up at 2 to eat, and I fed him while spending time with my husband. Martin hung out with his dad while I got ready for the gym and then we left. Martin napped in his car seat while I worked out as hard as I could (which is not very hard) until about 4.
He once again slept well so I didn't get him up until 5 to eat again (completing a three-hour schedule).
My husband's grandfather died this morning, so we've been contemplating if the baby and I should make the 15+ hour drive to Florida. A part of me wants to stay home, but I know that when life happens you must happen with it even if it does mean throwing Martin off of his schedule a little bit, or having to pump and feed him from a bottle in the car. The Lord has given us so much, I don't want to be selfish when someone needs us.
So, if everything goes according to plan, Martin and I will accompany Everett and his family to Florida the day after tomorrow.
Anyway, after his 5:00 feeding, I let him practice rolling over again and practice holding his head up as he found our voices across the room.
My day hadn't happened exactly right, so Everett got pizza for dinner and we watched the storms bellowing outside our front door. Martin was a little nervous, so we let him sleep in his bassinet in the living room as we ate dinner. I fed him again at 7:30 then gave him a bath. He's been crying in his bed since about 8:30, but he just got quiet so I'm hoping that means he'll sleep until ten when I can give him his "dreamfeed," and then maybe he'll sleep through the night again.
He is so precious. I can't get enough of him. I thought I would have to force being happy with him. I thought I would be bored hanging out with him all day, but I'm not. I love him to death and I miss him every time he goes to sleep.
Wow! Being a mom is awesome.
:) Praise the Lord
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