Six weeks old. How is that even possible?
Actually, if we’re going to be technical about it, he’ll be 7 weeks old tomorrow. Seriously?
Although the world of Instagram assures me our little man is still a newborn, I think he’s definitely lost that newborn look and feel. A few fat rolls and healthy cheeks will do that to you, I suppose.
We spent the first four weeks of his life desperately trying to figure out how to help him burp. He would squirm and squiggle and be uncomfortable with gas every day, and none of the tricks we tried worked. And then, miraculously, he started burping easily right before Thanksgiving. Now it seems that all you have to do is look at him and he burps!
He’s been smiling at us for more than a month now — most often during his morning “happy time” — but it’s hard to capture his smiles on camera because he’s so wiggly and you never know when one is coming! This is as close as I’ve gotten, but it doesn’t nearly capture how big his smile is or how much his whole face lights up mid-smile!
Despite our hope that eliminating dairy would prevent him from having reflux, we cried uncle last week and took him to the doctor. Because we have a family history of babies with reflux and his symptoms — wet hiccups, projectile vomiting when laying down, arching his back — are consistent with a reflux diagnosis as well, the doctor gave us a Zantac prescription…and he slept for 6 hours in his bed that very night.
But his favorite place to nap is still on mama or in the sling.
Speaking of sleep: I’ve never had good sleepers, and I think the number one reason is because I’ve always defaulted to nursing them when they woke up in the middle of the night. This time, I’m working a little harder at holding him off unless he seems to be really hungry (and, boy, does he make it obvious that that’s what he wants!). That means I’m getting a little less sleep now as I rock his bassinet, pop his paci in or occasionally sleep with him on my chest, but I’m hoping it will pay off with more sleep in the long run.
Six weeks has also brought with it a bad case of baby acne and crusty ears and eyebrows from seborrhea (basically cradle cap), so he’s been taking a shower with me each morning so that I can clean his face and rub the crust away. The shower has pretty much become his favorite place to be, and he relaxes so completely when we’re in there, even when he’s feeling fussy.
And finally, as he gets older and more interactive, his sisters are enjoying him even more, and the requests to hold him are nonstop. But so far our 7-year-old is the only one who doesn’t hand him back the second he starts fussing, so they definitely have a special relationship!
I can’t believe how fast the time is passing, but we’re definitely cherishing every minute. I’m so thankful to have this time with Sean home full time and older girls to help out so that we can just enjoy the baby stage, something we haven’t really done since our oldest was a baby since our girls were all so close together.
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