I started full-time back at work last week and that term has a whole new meaning now. I didn’t find maternity leave at all relaxing and taking care of Maxon is an all-day job, even with two of us tag-teaming him, and the days have gotten a little more interesting with adding work back in. Naptimes have become golden and there’s this frantic rush to get that one thing done, relieve the other person, and return phone calls. And once the workday is done, there’s dinner to think about and cleaning to ignore before attempting to go to bed early to start it all over again. We don’t have a real schedule of events yet but I sense one is forming although I’m not holding my breath until it comes. I’ve actually been tracking his feed/wake/sleep pattern for the last month in the hopes of finding some insight of when we should initiate certain activities throughout the day but it’s still all over the place. At least overnight and wake time are somewhat predictable. I’ll cut him a break though–I think it’s still too early to expect him to adhere to an adult-friendly schedule.
We’ve been trying to introduce some new practices to at least restore some of our own sanity, or at least our appendages. Last weekend we bought a baby carrier. We tried on a few different types and Maxon was such a sport about all the test-driving. For the most part. I’m happy with what we picked out, especially since it shockingly fits both me and Mike without ridiculous compromises, but I’m sure this is not the last carrier we’ll ever buy. Maxon doesn’t seem to be in love with it yet although he’s eventually fallen asleep every time we’ve tried it out. We’ve also tried to get on a bottle routine. He’s taken a handful of bottles since he was born but now that we are trying in earnest to use it regularly, he is outright rejecting it. I was hoping to get him used to taking at least one bottle a day but let’s just say the boy is a purist. I’m not giving up but it’s a little sad to just pour the contents of the bottle down the drain. What a metaphor.
In development news, the right fist has finally made it into his mouth. The first time only his finger made it in and by the look on his face, it wasn’t all that tasty. I guess the rest of the fist makes up for it. The left side still hasn’t quite gotten up to speed yet.
Sorry fans–no new pics for this post!