Another new start

Well, the Great Experiment as written by Sean has come to an end. My mother who flew out to help us with settling into life with a newborn, is gone. Her plane leaves tomorrow, and with all of the tension mounting in the house, and the extremely early flight in the morning, she made the decision to get a hotel for the night as to not disturb anyone in the morning, so I dropped her off this afternoon. I feel like I should be sad or devastated, but the truth is I feel nothing but relief right now. I debated blogging anything about this because it is of such personal nature, but then I think to myself, why have a freaking blog then? I won't go into details with everything that went on, you can read about it from Sean's blog, and I will just say "ditto". Anyone who has lived with a person who is severely depressed and/or has an addictive personality/addiction, I feel for you. When someone is so sick but can't and don't want to help themselves, it just splits the house and creates this ginormous white elephant in the room. I am glad that the feeling is gone. On the risk of sounding too cold and uncaring, this "issue" with my mother has been going on for years. We'd all hoped that the birth of her first grandchild would help motivate her to get better, but it wasn't. So my tolerance level of excuses has been reached, I've been burned by promises to get help too many times. It's up to her now.

On a lighter note, 'Lil D will be seven weeks tomorrow. The kid continues to grow! We did our own measurements and come up with him now being 23 inches and 9.4 pounds! Go kid go! He's been doling out smiles like they're going out of style, and it is just too damn precious. On the fussier side of things, the kid gets some wicked gas. I feel so bad because he'll just cry for almost hours in obvious pain. We alternate between Gripe Water and Mylicon depending on the cries and severity. Usually one or the other will bring some relief and he'll eventually settle down. Oh, did I mention he has been penned the "worst napper ever"? The kid hates taking naps. Ok, I will clarify, hates going down for a nap in either his bassinet or crib. He'll last about 20 minutes then he's up, either cooing at some of the animals he can see around him, or screaming his head off. If you let him sleep on you while holding him, he'll go like a champ and sleep for hours, not practical if you want to do even small things like go to the bathroom, eat, or nap yourself. This weekend we tried a new experiment, we thought, anytime we lay 'Lil D on our bed, for changes or whatever, he loves it. Bassinets are not the softest beds in the world, so we decided to try out his crib. Sean washed all his bedding, I took some advice from a friend and wore a blanket in my shirt for a few hours last night, laid it in the crib, and D went to sleep in there. He actually lasted the whole night! I even got up to four hours at a time, well, technically three when you account for it taking an hour to get him down after starting to feed, burp, change, etc. Now I know what you're thinking, I sent a 6.5 week old off to sleep in a big scary crib on his own. The beauty of it, it's in our room, for now. I'm not ready to cast him off to his own (newly vacant) room just yet, especially with two feedings in the middle of the night. I think he is much more comfy in there.

Since the little man is still laying down for a nap...a miracle in itself after I just bitched about it above...I think I should go start dinner.

Okay, I blogged, so now you can't rag on me honey! :-P