Change up

But first, something I forgot to include in my post yesterday. Blogging for LGBT families day is hosted by Dana over at Mombian. A list of all the fabulous contributors can be found here.

We've had a change up in our routine lately. Crys started working a later shift again and doesn't have to be at work until 11:30. It's beautiful because I get to sleep in and she's been taking the 3am feeding. I suspect its because she feels bad for me, not because that's the one she honestly prefers. So I may be taking that one back. We'll see.

Emmett has changed up his routine too. Actually, he doesn't stick to a routine for much more than a couple of days. But I liked his last routine. He was eating 6 ounces every feeding. Nights he'd go six hours, then five hours in the morning, four in the afternoon and finally three hours between his last two feedings of the day. It meant he wasn't eating at say, six every morning, but at least it was predictable. The last couple of days he's decided that sometimes he needs 8 ounces, which worries me a little. Should a five week old really be eating that much? We don't have a one month appointment but I have a few other questions and need to call the doctor anyway. I'm sure it's fine, but I'd like to check...just in case.

Emmett doesn't really have a routine right now. It's hard to tell when he's going to go six hours between feedings and when it'll be three. The occasional extra two ounces doesn't help determine how long it will be until his next feeding. Despite the unpredictability of Emmett's feeding lately, life has been pretty good. He's sleeping longer at night and we've had quite a few days where he only gets fussy when he's hungry. We went for a walk with SAB and her son on Monday, which he seemed to like and today he took a long enough nap for me to organize some papers I'd let pile up since sometime in my second trimester. Tomorrow I'm going to tackle my clothes. Or maybe I'll get some work done on my paper. Of course now that I've made tentative plans, Emmett is going to throw a wrench in them. I suspect that will be true for the rest of my life. I can't say that bothers me at all.