Conor is now 18 days old. It has been a blast and a half! We're still getting used to him, and he's trying to figure us out too.
I've learned a lot about myself in the process too. I am selfish. I like sleep. I have been a little judgmental of other moms. I take back every negative thought I ever had about someone else's parenting style!
I have realized that sometimes you find yourself doing what you swore you'd never do- because frankly, that's the only thing that works. Or, I'll be honest here, it's just a heck-of-a-lot easier!
Conor has met several family members this week! Aunt Donna, Aunt Betsy, Cousin Quinn,
Amanda, and G-Grandma Kay are all in town to see the little guy! He is very much loved. How not when he's so cute!
Last night was very tough. Conor had a bad tummy ache from 6 to 10 last night. Then again from 10:30 to midnight. Poor little dude! Many thanks to Grammy and Daddy who took turns with him to keep me from throwing something against the wall and/or pulling my hair out. This morning, he is adorable and precious and snugly.I think of the song by Darius Rucker, "It Won't Be Like This For Long" and cry because I know Conor will continue to grow and learn and I will miss the hours of rocking and snuggling with him when he's 6 and doesn't want me to embarrass him. I hope part of him will always want to get mommy hugs and kisses because I will never get tired of giving them!
Hang in there! People used to tell me it would get better by the time Lucy was 10 or 12 weeks old (at least, the tummy-aches and related problems), and that seemed liked FOREVER away from 2 weeks old. But it comes, and passes. What a blessing a supportive and helpful family is! (Oh, and Amanda - who has a VERY fussy baby - swears by the Baby Bjorn...). Wish I had gotten to see Conor a little more on Sunday, but there was much going on. He is precious!
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