Weeks 12, 13 and 14

Wow, I've really fallen off the blogging wagon (which is ironic because I actually have a ton of thoughts I want to blog about--mom guilt, being a stay-at-home mom, how totally incompetent I feel everyday, etc.)

Okay, time to get back on it with new resolve--more blog entries from now on!

Anyway, here's the monster recap of the last 3 weeks:

Week 12--Got depressed because of my lack of social interaction.  Staying home with the baby all day is beyond boring but he's still too fussy and unpredictable to take out on an outing.

I rock the tummy-time head and chest lift.  Check it out ladies.

Week 13--Got depressed because Noah suddenly got crazy congested and couldn't breathe (and the congestion is so deep in his nose that there's no snot to suck out).  I didn't think he had a cold since he had no other symptoms and as I mentioned in my previous post, I've been catching ALL the germs from Judah so Noah should be immune.  Anyway, no breathing from baby means really poor nursing, which means plugged ducts and the imminent threat of mastitis.  AND really poor sleeping, for him and me.  UGH.

I was looking forward to discussing Noah's nose at his next dr's visit but then I lost track of the time and missed the appointment.  That was the final straw.  I bawled my eyes out and cursed to the heavens.

I may look calm but I seriously can't breathe!

Week 14--Noah is still congested.  I've been continuing his nap training (i.e., letting him cry and cry and cry and try to figure out how to nap in his crib without any human assistance) and see only the slightest signs of improvement.  He still cries like crazy for long periods and it still makes me want to shrivel up and die for every minute of his crying.

Noah being comforted by dad after another bad nap-training session.  He fought the mattress...and lost.

So there you have it--the trifecta of mommy misery--social isolation, nap-training, and bad congestion.

But, nevertheless, there are such amazingly sweet moments as Noah blossoms socially.  It's impossible to describe how intoxicating his little smiles and giggles are--I seriously daydream about them as I drift off to sleep.

For all the clouds and shadows, for all the blues and bruises, and head-achy tired days, things are definitely getting better as Noah gets older.  I mean, they have to, right?