Somehow may days and nights have all blurred together, and Chet is now 3 weeks old. I know it’s cliche, but time sure does fly by when you have a new baby.
The past two days have given me hope that balance in life is in my future. We made it to Trader Joes to grocery shop. We walk 2+ miles at a nice slow leisurely pace. We took Cole to target, toys r us, and game stop to search for skylander figures. Chet is also starting to develop a predictable sleep schedule at night. Eat and sleep around 9pm. Eat and sleep around 12:30am. Eat and don’t sleep around 4:00am. This 4am feeding is Chet’s witching hour. He is having a hard time relaxing at this point of the day and is full of gas. Normally I hand him over to Christian around 5am so I can take a break and get some sleep. Christian also seems to have the magic touch. He can always get him back to sleep. Some mornings I feel ready to start the day at 7am when he wakes back up to eat again. Other mornings I feed him and we both sleep until 10am. No wonder my days fly by and blur together.
Boobs and gas are the biggest obstacles in our house this week. My boobs. Chet’s gas. I do think my boobs are on the road to recovery. Thank goodness. But Chet’s gas seems to get worse by the day. He’s still such a laid back baby that he doesn’t even cry when he’s uncomfortable. He just grunts, moans, groans, squirms, and desperately tries to get comfortable. He’s happiest when he’s being bounced in Christian’s arm or eating!
Being a newborn mom is hard work. The high from week one had slowly worn off. Three weeks of little sleep is catching up to me. Hormones and tears have definitely found me when I least expected it. I’ve felt like I stink at parenting in one moment to completely enjoying every second of my baby. It’s all a part of the ride, and he is so worth it. (Don’t worry. I know I don’t stink at parenting)
Chet continues to be a baby with a million expressions. He smiles a lot especially when he’s eating. He now sings to my boob after he’s done eating. My mom said it sounds like he is purring. It’s so sweet. He really is such a good baby even when he’s having a late night party at 4am.
Kristy Maute 
You are so blessed! even without nights of sleep, I can feel blessed contentment coming through your words 🙂 Don’t worry…this stage will go away and another one will begin. Such is the beauty of motherhood 🙂 m.