Archer has been here for a whole entire month. I can hardly believe it. I am also so tired that I can hardly think or see straight.
I would have taken an adorable one-month themed picture of him today, but, remember how he was all fussy last night? That didn’t get any better today. He spent 80% being held by someone while he screamed at them. I finally remembered how much he likes to be swaddled, and once that happened he slept for a good 3 hours in a swing instead of on someone’s chest. For some reason, I only think of swaddling at night when he’s going to be put down in his bassinet. Like he knows the difference yet.
So, what has this new era brought us, Besides excessive fussiness? More alert periods, less spitting up, more chub, and more attempts at smiling. THIS IS WHAT WE NEED PICTURES OF!
So, that diaper rash I told you about a week ago? It hasn’t healed yet. Well, not completely. It is slowly getting better. We decided to switch Archer’s diapers over from Pampers to Luv’s, and we switched the diaper rash cream to Dr. Smith’s. There still hasn’t been a significant improvement, but we only made these changes yesterday. How long does perianal strep take to clear up? I still have no idea how to handle these types of ailments! Deven never, ever had any of these types of problems. He never had a diaper rash that couldn’t be cleared up after one application of Desitin. We had one of those huge tubs of Desitin that we were given at his baby shower that we didn’t throw out until this year, and that’s only because we figured there was no way that stuff was still good after that long. Now, we’re going through diaper rash cream like it’s toothpaste. (Let’s hope we don’t get those two products mixed up.)
We’re still working on this whole two-kids-of-two-different-ages stuff. When his often-intrusive big brother gets in Archer’s face during his alert-periods, he does not get as bothered by it as we do. He usually looks up at his brother’s face in curiosity rather than fear, which makes me think we are being somewhat over-protective of him from his brother. Deven has the potential to be rough, but he normally doesn’t take it in that direction until he sees that his interaction with his brother is making us angry. It totally shouldn’t! He enjoys his baby brother much in the same way that we do, and he just wants to be able to be near him like us. He doesn’t mean any harm, and he is not going to learn the proper way to interact with him if we don’t allow him near the baby. Yelling at him every time he touches his brother is only going to make him resent us and his brother more than he probably already does.
What else? Did I mention I was tired? I thought I was getting used to less sleep, but I think it’s actually taking a physical toll on me. I have been having these random faint spells (I don’t actually faint, I just feel like I am going to.) Out of curiosity, I took my blood pressure during one of these episodes today, and it was pretty low. I can’t help but think it’s being caused by the sleep deprivation, but then again, I can’t help but think that everything is connected to my lack of sleep in some kind of way. I don’t know.
I’m going to bed.
Sorry for the late and disappointingly short entry. Archer is having a fussy night and will not let anyone put him down. We’ve been trying for hours to console him, and so far the only thing that has worked is nursing him and then letting him lay on someone’s chest until he falls asleep. The second you jostle him or put him down, he becomes inconsolable all over again. This is going to be a long night. Thank goodness tomorrow is Saturday.
This is one of those things that a smart, experienced parent would take into account when considering having a second baby. This is also one of those things your brain tends to shove out of the way when your baby smiles at you or learns to walk. Hopefully I won’t forget if I write this shit down somewhere.
“Twelfth” is such a weird word. It totally doesn’t at all feel right to say or write out. I almost want to just put “the twelve.”
The big event around here today is that Archer suffered an injury that required a bandaid. There was blood and everything! At first I thought he nicked himself with his little razor-sharp talons, but it was bleeding too much to be just a little superficial nail-scrape. Vance figures that he must’ve bumped into Vance’s jury-rigged glasses – which are fastened together with a paper-clip – and cut himself. So tragic. If Deven had seen this, he would have been SO JEALOUS that his little brother got to wear one of his Winnie the Pooh bandaids. I mean, he actually has to hurt himself to get one of those!
Now, by the way, there is a large bandaid-shaped rash on Archer’s forehead. I don’t think babies are actually supposed to get bandaids, just cotton balls and hypoallergenic medical tape. We are so unprepared around here.
So, my birthday is in about a week, and I’m kind of shocked by how not into it I am this year. Normally, I’m planning something awesome and fun, and shouting daily reminders to everyone I know months ahead of time, but I didn’t even remember what was happening this month until, like a week ago. It has nothing to do with turning 26 and growing out of the excitement of getting a day devoted entirely too me. I think it has more to do with the timing and how un-exciting it is against the other stuff that’s happened this year. I just had a baby a month ago, who gives a shit about me? I don’t even give shit about me, how can I expect anyone else too? Also, there isn’t a whole lot of fun stuff I can do this year. I can’t go shopping for new clothes, since I’m still losing weight from breastfeeding, and I can’t drink, and we don’t have any money right now anyway. I would like to go out to dinner that evening, but since we’re broke, we won’t (unless someone else decides to pay.) I’m not making a big to-do out of it this year. I don’t want anyone to come down from out of town for my birthday, I don’t expect any gifts, and I will probably forgo the delicious cupcakes with my waste-line in mind. I will most certainly want the opportunity to sleep in on Saturday, and that’s it.
What else? Vance and I have found a new craft hobby that has totally turned us into eight-year-olds all over again: bead sprites! Remember those? We started working on Super Mario Bros characters tonight. He made a 1-Up mushroom and I made a Goomba. I’m not entirely sure what we’re going to do with these weird plastic things; we talked about making them into magnets, or I suggested we make an entire Super Mario world, with all of the characters, and the blocks, and tunnels, and then…hang it on the wall? It’s just a silly hobby. I never thought that picking tiny beads out of of a tub and then ironing them together could be so fun, but it is. It totally is.