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7:30-8:00 am: I wake up to the grunts and groans of a tossing baby who is trying to wake himself up. I think to myself, “Is it really time to wake up again?” I reach over and pull him out of the Play yard we have set up next to my bed. I immediately change his diaper right there on the bed (I keep a nice stash of supplies within reach) so that after he eats he can drift off and sleep a little longer if he wants, although now he seems to be ready to get up and be active.  I’m greeted with a big smile, which just warms my heart.

8:30 am: Granny gets ready to go to work. Before she runs out the door she snatches him from me for a short snuggle time and he gives her a good morning smile as well (he really loves his Granny, and it’s a bad day when she doesn’t see him in the morning or all day). If I feel up to it, I try to eat a little something, although with all of the exhaustion I find it harder and harder to eat food, period. If I’m lucky, Granny will even change the second diaper of the day for me. I try to shower and brush my teeth or put on make-up, and usually I’m successful, but at this point in our lives I’m getting spit up on so much that I find it pointless to shower in the morning, or even put on a cute sweater.

9:00 am: Granny is gone and it’s just B and I against the world. It’s also time for another feeding. If it is a Monday or a Wednesday I put him in his bouncer and try to straighten up the house a little for his dad and grandma to come over to spend time with him. We run any errands we need to do that morning and grab a venti cappucino at Starbucks while we are out so I can make it until the afternoon.


11:00 am: Time to eat again and finish getting ready for Dad and Grandma’s visit. We head into the nursery for a quick diapie change and a nice visit with his curtains that he loves so much. I also give him his dose of Zantac for the morning.

11:30-1:00 am/pm: Dad and Grandma arrive, and I head out to the barn for a quick ride or hang out and surf Pinterest and blogs. At this point, I’m starving if I wasn’t brave enough to eat breakfast, so I try to grab something- even if it is just a protein bar (wasn’t my appetite suppose to increase with breastfeeding??). 

 2:30 pm: If he went down for his self-routined 12:30 nap, he’s about ready to wake up by now or around 3:30 to eat again. We snuggle, have some tummy time, and visit the curtains again for more diapie changes.

4:30-5:30 pm: I beg Granny to come home. I miss her. And B misses her even more. Then, let the dinner plan discussion commence. It usually ends up with a: “Let just go to Sonic/Arby’s.” (we really need to work on the whole “meal planning” aspect of life.) Even though he cries like we will never, ever, ever feed him again, B gets a nice first supper in before we embark on our drive.

7:30 pm: Has it been two hours? Yes? Oh, then let the fussy “I’m hungry” cries begin…again.

8:30 pm: If he gets a bath, I try to give him one now so he can start the first stretch of sleeping (2 hours) after his next meal…

9:00-9:30 pm: FOOD.

10:00 or 11:00 pm: Baby gets his medicine, snuggled and bundled up to sleep. If it has been a rough day, I try to sleep and Granny watches him (she’s the best) until he wakes up to eat (clearly the theme here is food

1:30-2:30 am: First middle of the night feeding and Diapie change, right there in the bed. I wonder what will happen on the day he chooses to let it rain all over my bed. Let’s not find out. I’ve probably recorded Conan, so, I watch that or Friends while B sucks away.

4:00 am: It’s not much fun when he wakes up to eat at this time. Mostly because I’m exhausted, ready for the tears, and TV sucks at this time of the night. But when I’m lucky he waits until…

5:30- 6:30 am: Second feeding of the night! Luckily TV starts to get interesting around this time. Then B and I usually snuggle and pass out together until 8:00 when it’s time to start a new day!!


B’s One Month Stats:

Weight: 8 lb. 11.5 oz.

Height: 21.5 inches

Eating: every 2 hours, every 3-4 at night.

Development: Holding his head up like a champ! He can lift his body up enough to turn his head from one side to the other during tummy time. He’s started coo-ing a lot in the mornings and at night and makes great eye contact with you and will even shoot a smile!

Favorites: B loves looking outside, at his curtains, or a boat that is hanging in our living room (will he be a sailor when he’s older??) His favorite song to be sung is Bohemian Rhapsody- calms him right down. He also is a big fan of being bounced which caused us to go get a new bouncer one morning.

Concerns: Baby acne is freaking me out. I know it is normal, but it still worries me. He has acid reflux but still chokes a little at night when I feed him, although the choking has definitely improved!


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2 Comments on One Month: A Day In the Life

  1. Lauralee Hensley
    January 8, 2013 at 1:26 am (6 years ago)

    What a cutie. Wonder if he’ll remember those curtains when he grows up. I freak my family out because I remember a set of curtains that hung in my room until I was three years old. It was a circus themed set of curtains, but more with an India type of look to them, then traditional Americanish circus looking ones you see now of days. The animals were not really cartoonish in look, and neither were the tents or people, they looked more artistically real, and the background of them wasn’t a bright color at all, so the animals and the people and tents stood out a lot. My older brother and sister are like how can you still remember those curtains. I think they grabbed my attention because of the red dot in the center of the clowns hat and the little red bow ties on the realistic looking monkey’s. I have read that blacks and reds are colors babies see the best for a little while after they are born.

  2. Alli Worthington
    January 7, 2013 at 11:00 am (6 years ago)

    Soooo cute! xoxo


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