Friday, February 4, 2011

I could be less consistent.

Holden is 5 weeks and 3 days old. Yesterday he wanted to eat every 2 - 2.5 hours all day. I obliged, hoping he'd sleep through the night. He did not. He wanted to nurse all night, too. Today he does not want to eat every two hours, so I'm presently attached to the Booby Sucking Machine of Doom, which thankfully has a hands-free option, and I'm watching Holden do what I so desparately desire for myself: Sleep.

In the last couple of weeks, he has started to coo and gurgle without it being a presage of imminent screaming fits. I love cooing back at him, making faces at him and watching him try to process them, watching the little faces that he makes when he's pooping, peeing, or excited about the cool breeze on his nether bits while being changed.

He's just woken from a sleep previously so deep and gratifying that not even milk expressed into his mouth could induce him to wake and nurse. Now that I'm typing, my boobs are attached to the machine, and Burgundy is in the shower, he's awake and has just begun to scream.

Ha! What a little curmudgeon! He's out to get me. I turned the computer to get a shot of him wailing with my webcam, and he went back to sleep. His habit of thwarting me does not bode well for the future.