Friday, December 3, 2010

Party Animal

My Dear Max,

You are 6 weeks old today. I can hardly believe it. I have been waiting and waiting for this milestone as it is when we saw big changes in your sister. (I'm going to try really hard not to compare you constantly to your sister - I realize you are your own person. But, I think that's just part of being the youngest.)

You are upstairs asleep as I type this, thankfully. For the past two nights you have stomped on every nerve in your parent's bodies. You scream your head off from 8PM until 10PM when you finally drift off to sleep. Then, you wake up at 2AM to eat. But, after you eat, you decide that it's time to party. I keep the room dark, don't talk to you, and try to rock you back to sleep. You don't like this, you don't understand why I don't want to party with you. So, you decide to spit up all over yourself. Then, I have to change you and change me. This really pisses you off. You start to scream at me. You got excited last night when your daddy joined the party, but then you realized he meant business and screamed at him for an hour too. You don't stop screaming until I feed you again. Last night it lasted 2 hours.

So, 6 weeks is supposed to be the peak of fussiness. We hope you are reading the same books we are and follow these directions. Please. Should I put a copy for you in your crib? Maybe you can read that chapter tonight instead of screaming?

You have started to smile, though. I believe you even recognize when I am holding you versus other people holding you. Those are special moments. Your smile is adorable, especially when your whole face smiles and I see a little dimple in your cheek.

We love you so very much, and no amount of crying can change that. But, we would still like it if you decided to sleep a little bit more at night. I'm ready for a few more hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Love ya,

1 comment:

Drena said...

Girl, I feel your pain. Coming from the mama of the world's worst infant, know this too shall pass.