It's totally unlikely that I will be able to write this post the way it is in my head when I'm laying in bed awake on my side with a Emmett latched on and curled up beside me. It's unlikely because that seems to be the only time he will stay in one place doing one thing for any length of time which allows my brain to formulate a few thoughts that accually string together.
Right now he's sleeping on my bed with the radio playing in between stations and turned up loud! Yup all static all the time seems to be his preference. We tried oldies, classic rock, jazz and classical but none of them do the trick quite like static. It's an acquired taste. It's actually kind of amazing. When we turn it on the crying stops, the movement stops and the eyes close and stay closed. But turn it down just a bit and magically the eyes pop back open.
Yesterday we went to the Doc for his 2 month visit. Weighing in at 13lbs 14oz., he's a big boy. I think that at the very least, as a mom, I can say I have been doing one thing right. Because at this point when we're hoping for him to grow and develop, do new things, show signs that he's aware of his hands or can recognize our faces, something like gaining weight seem like a big accomplishment.
He's very happy to lay on his back and just look around. He'll do that for long periods of time. Sometimes, when I've decided he's done that for long enough, I pick him up and he cries like maybe he was really just getting into something, a deep thought perhaps?
It is fairly entertaining to watch this though. He coos and ahhhs, the sounds kind of burst out of him.
There's a zebra mobile above his crib. Sometimes Emmett will fix his eyes on one and watch it spin and gently twist from the open window breezes. The movement seems to please him and he'll let out a loud AAAHHH and kick his legs. This is one of my favorite things to watch.
Sometimes we just sit and have little vowel sound conversations. "Ahhh" " oooh" " caaa" "ooouu"
As more days pass more things seem to come into his world. Yet at the same time, in many ways, he is just as much a mystery to us as when we brought him home. There are still sleepless nights or near to it. Mostly for me. Richard seems to be getting a few more full nights of sleep and I have yet to take pleasure in such delights. But there have been longer sleeps, good naps and happy days when everyone is well fed and we all seem to be on the same page.
Yesterday was not one of those days. After the doc there was a short nap in the car and then 6 straight hours of crying or near crying with a few 5 minute naps thrown in just to tease mommy.
If I owned a gun yesterday, I would have shot the dog. It seemed like one of those bad commercials when the mom is being pulled in all directions and he head blows off or something cartoony like that. But today, today so far, is better and that's the thing, isn't it? You never know how good the next day is going to be but there's always a chance it will be really good. This is our (my) mantra right now. I even thought about having another one...but then I thought again.