Last week, I mentioned the “audacity of life” but didn’t really explain what I meant. And I kind of don’t even want to call it audacity because it feels like Obama now owns that word since he used it in the “audacity of hope.” Anyway, I meant to remark on how awe-inspiring it is to watch life unfold. Before you have kids, when you hear about a baby’s first step or first word, it’s like, “Wow. Great. Cool. He’s doing what humans do.” It’s not nearly so amazing as when you’re there to witness it with your own child. And not just because it’s your child. I think it’s because you’ve been there from the beginning, and helped them through when they couldn’t…and then suddenly, one night, you see a babe who mere weeks before could barely control the jerkiness of his movements, wake up quietly, spot his little polar bear comfort toy, gracefully reach out his hand and pull it towards him. He holds onto the bear, then turns to you and smiles. It’s such a simple thing, really. Reaching for something you want, and pulling it to you. (And maybe you’re bored just reading this…) But when I think that just over a year ago, this little boy didn’t even exist, and now he’s expressing will and acting on it, I find myself amazed by life. It’s one thing to know intellectually how it happens. It’s something else to really take the time to watch it.
And now this little man is all about grabbing things. Put him on the bed and he is like a mini black hole, into which all things must go, as your sheets, blankets, and various other detritus slowly gets sucked into the vortex of his vicinity.
His newest project, however, is scooting. One evening, he rolled himself over and scooted himself halfway across the bed, using primarily the pushing power of his legs and the gripping power of his face, as he hasn’t quite figured out what role his arms should play yet. He hasn’t made near so much progress as he did that one night, but he does keep trying. He just gets frustrated really easily and gives up quickly. But I’m glad he keeps trying, unlike with the rolling experiment, where after he did it a couple of times, he expressed no further interest in such endeavors.
A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned we might be getting back to our usual sleep patterns…Ha. Ha. Ha. I lied. We’ve had a few halfway normal nights, but generally, Cy fights sleep every night, and then wakes every 1.5-2 hours and nursing is the only thing that will get him back down to sleep. For a while, I let him stay up until late because it was easier to get him to bed (and sometimes it took up to 4 hours to get him to sleep, so he’d be up late anyway). But this week I recommitted to getting him to sleep at a decent hour again. On the plus side, he hasn’t been as crazy difficult to get down as he was during the worst of the storm, but he still keeps me up most of the night. I’ve been popping Vitamin C like mad, trying to avoid getting sick, though the other day I did feel feverish and achy all day, until I got one 3-hour stretch of sleep that night. With one solid 3-hour block, I’m good to go.
Thanks to suggestions from others, I decided to try feeding him a little solid food before bed, in the hopes that it would help him sleep longer. I had meant to wait until he was 6 months old before feeding him solids, but when I looked it up again, multiple sources said it was fine to start any time between 4-6 months (though apparently some science disagrees with this). Anyway, out of desperation we tried giving him a little banana. On the plus side, Cy LOVES banana. I fed a little out of my hand, and he immediately shoved my other fingers in his mouth and tried to suck the rest of the banana off. An hour later, he drifted easily off to sleep. Score!
However, about an hour or so later, he woke up shrieking. And again at midnight, woke up shrieking. After a little comforting he went right back to sleep, so we weren’t sure if it was banana-induced or something else. So we decided to give it one more shot last night.
No shrieking, thankfully, and he did go to sleep relatively easily, buuuut…he slept fitfully at first, and then still woke up every two hours or less.
Verdict? It’ll get him to sleep, but it won’t keep him asleep.
Some sources say the wakefulness lasts as long as it takes to master whatever skill he is working on. If it’s crawling that he’s trying to learn, then mama is instituting a new regimen asap and boy is just going to have to live on his tummy ’til he figures that s— out.
Kidding. Sort of.
In other news, postpartum hair loss is a be-yotch and mama is quickly going bald. They say it’s normal until about 6 months postpartum, so I’m trying to hold out on a visit to the doctor about it. This has happened to me once before…after we first moved to Thailand I started losing hair like crazy. I thought it might be due to the stress of the move, or maybe a switch to poor quality products after my usual hair products ran out. Nope, turns out it was an effect of going off birth control. Sure wish I had known that was a possibility before starting on it. But I had never heard of such a thing before. Meanwhile, I’m spending a lot of time sweeping my loose hairs off the floors and pulling them out from between his fingers and the folds of his neck.
But then there’s this:
Thing I Love About Cy Today: No matter what’s going on, if you play Pat-a-cake with his feet, he’s always game for a laugh.