Or, shall we say, the Smilingest Baby on the Block post....
Aaron is two months old! Seriously, he is the happiest little thing. After my boys rode the train (they are obsessed with that train!) at Lakeline Mall today, I was telling this random mom who was also nursing her baby in the indoor playscape that I had no idea that it was possible to cook dinner with an awake baby. With both of my other boys, I feel like even after they ate, there was only a small window of happiness before we moved to cranky and tired and needed to be held or in the sling while I attempted to safely grill a grilled cheese juggling them. Aaron, when he wakes up, cries to let us know that he is awake, but then gets happy immediately. In utero, he barely moved, which scared the bejeezus out of me. I was constantly prodding down there and downing orange juice. His personality out here in the world is just chill, too.
His contentment may also have something to do with the fact that he is a chunker. Or, by my babies' standpoint, he is a super chunk. We had his two month well check yesterday and he is 12lb 5 oz (at birth 7lb 14), a whopping 55th percentile! Michael and I are amazed that one of our babies is actually ABOVE average weight as a newborn (only by a little bit, I know, but this is exciting for us!). Reference: at 2 months, John Michael was a dink. I don't know what weight he was, but his arms were probably the width of my big toe. I can't believe he survived. I had no idea what I was doing. Noah was normal for weight, but still a pound lighter than Aaron at this age. The nurse at the doctors office gave Aaron his vaccinations and was commenting on his chubby legs. "We get so many babies who have skinny legs at this age," she said. "It's nice to see a chubby baby." Really?!!! :) I loved that!
Okay, so I'm proud. "Above average" was not easy to earn. Last month, Aaron was pretty much attached to me by the breast close to 24 hours a day. But hallelujah, now that he's over "the magic 11 pound mark" as my pediatrician calls it, he is sleeping WAY better and not eating as much during the day. It was hell when I was going through it (ehem, Aaron's eating every 1.5 hours at night for MULTIPLE nights in a ROW!), but now things are a lot more tolerable. He was sleeping one long stretch from like 6 to midnight, but my mother in law had the brilliant idea to try to wake him in the late evening for one last feeding to see if he'd sleep more on my schedule. We started waking him to give him a bath around 9/9:30 and he's been sleeping from like 10 at night until 3 or 4. One waking a night is totally do-able for me. I feel like I'm functioning with almost 100 percent of my brain, again. Yay for two months! My college roommate, Karen, used to have a poster in our room that said "Truth visited. On the other side of hell lies paradise." Isn't that the truth about so many things in our lives?