So much for that

Remember how yesterday I said Emmett ate himself to sleep? And remember how Monday and Tuesday I accomplish more than I'd expected? So much for that. Yesterday I had enough time to write that post and then he woke up and wouldn't go back to sleep the rest of the day (I should have used the time for a shower instead of writing a blog). Wait, he would go to sleep but would wake up as soon as I tried to put him in his crib. He was wide awake almost all day, which was great, I enjoy seeing how alert he's become. But I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and being tired is what triggers my baby blues. So he'd cry then I'd cry and we did that for part of the afternoon. When Crys came home I let her get a few things done and then handed over Emmett so I could take a wonderfully long shower and then take our dogs for a walk. Then I spent about half an hour hiding in the basement.

Emmett's cord stump fell off today. Thanks to Strawberry for the comment about her doctor's advice. It's funny how much doctors can differ. We didn't specifically ask our GP about rubbing alcohol so I'm not sure what he'd say. Anyway, the stump is gone and we're happy about that.

I've grown tired of the adults I see every day. That could be because I only see three. Crys and my parents. I love all three of them, but I've been craving contact with other people. I feel a little isolated here at home, even though I get out regularly. Maybe its part of getting used to having a baby, but even when I do things like go out with Emmett or visit my co-workers, I still feel a bit isolated. SAB and I are planning a movie date without the boys next week and are going to start going for walks a couple times a week with the boys. That should help. I'm excited to start spending more time with another adult. Especially another adult going through the same things I am.

Emmett is three weeks today and if I've learned anything, it's that as soon as I figure him out, he changes. He is unpredictable and makes me eat my words constantly. But at the same time he's become somewhat predictable. Some days we know exactly what he wants (bottle, diaper change, etc) and other days I'm making bottles he refuses to eat because I've misread his signals. Its a challenge but its rewarding, I just love it when he cuddles up to me and when he looks into my eyes during feedings. It makes everything else worth it.