It's taken me awhile, but I've finally been able to admit something to myself: I have a fussy baby. I'm not sure why, but this is hard to admit. I just assumed that the third child would slip right in to our family routine, almost unnoticed. But, as nature (and Gavin) would have it, I spend a big part of every day walking, bouncing, and shush-ing a fussy baby. I'm thankful for the measuring stick of past experience, which tells me he'll outgrow this - and that it will more than likely be in the next month or two. I also console myself with the fact that even though he's up to eat a couple of times during the night, he sleeps well. Yes, we make high-maintenance babies around here, and I'm owning it!
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Does it make you feel better that I would look at you weird if your baby was perfectly sweet and quiet? I've never seen a baby like that...have I? I don't think so. The good news? You, and little Gavin, are normal. Yeah! I think fussiness comes from adjusting to the human experience. It's a lot to take in! There's the body, and all that sound, and people touching everything all the time, words, lights, day, night, jumping, bouncing, eating, pooping--it's exhausing just thinking about it! :0)
I'm so glad your blogging though, despite the crazy adjustment of new baby. I love hearing your voice. I really, really do, my friend.
Lots of love coming at you!!! xoxo
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