One Month Old
On Saturday, Nolan reached the one month mark.
Some notes for my ever-vanishing memory: at this point, he...
*weighs 10 lbs and 12 oz
*measures 21 inches
*delights us with smiles
*cracks up his brothers by sticking his tongue out, "tooting," and looking anywhere close to their direction:-)
*loves staring at our bookcase (is he an O'Malley or what?)
*does not enjoy diaper changes or his bath (yet...trying the latter again tomorrow)
*sleep preferences in order are:
- Mom or Dad's arms
- Mom & Dad's bed, lying between them
- car seat
- swing
- anywhere but his crib or bassinet
That's not completely fair, because he has been doing better each day. I imagine some moms, who enjoy the shared bed, giving me that wide-eye look that says, "How can you expect him to sleep all alone at this age?"
And I imagine other moms, the ones who have their babies sleeping through the night by this age, giving the same wide-eye look, only theirs says, "It's your own fault for creating bad sleep habits."
I also think that is how the majority of the "mommy wars" happen---in our own imaginations, based on our ambivalence and guilt, which, regardless of one's choices, are always plentiful in motherhood. We've chosen this middle road; so though I might complain about being tired, I'm relishing it too.
oh, and one more...
* gets even cuter with each day
