Piggysnoot

Dear Nora,

This week has been a gazillion times better than the last two weeks…in fact it’s almost like you’re a normal baby now. These days you get up, eat, get changed, and lo and behold…you go back to sleep…usually within a half hour. It’s fan-flippin’-tastic! Your Daddy and I get normal amounts of sleep now…which to two adults with a newborn means we get 3-4 hours of sleep at a time. I find that if you sleep longer than 4 hours straight I wake up wondering what’s wrong with you, because there’s just no way you
would sleep for 5 or 6 hours without something being wrong. But then I poke you, see that you’re still breathing, and go back to sleep. Of course when you sleep for 5 or more hours straight I wake up with the world’s most engorged and leaky boobs…which is not exactly pleasant…but it’s also not exactly something I’m going to complain too much about because these days sleep is much more important than…well everything. Waking up with breast milk splotches all over my t-shirt just means we’ve had an extremely successful night of sleeping…that makes Mommy very happy!

I still think you like your Daddy more than me…but perhaps I’m starting to grow on you. Just so you know, he’s planning on making you wait until you’re 30 to date boys…I could be persuaded to take your side and allow you to date sooner…if you play your cards right and start to like me, too. The only thing you seem to enjoy that I do for you is feed you. You look like a little carp with your mouth hanging open and bobbing your head all around trying to latch on to my nipple. I’m mildly ashamed to admit that I find this hilarious and call you My Little Carp whenever it’s feeding time. But, really, it is hilarious. You still like it much better when Daddy changes your diaper and changes your clothes than when I do it…but some days, sweetie, you don’t have a choice but to have me do it…and on those days, you cry.

We’ve been taking you out of the house more this week. This is partially because I get bored staying home all day and partially because we’re trying to get you sick. Your Daddy says this is to strengthen your immune system. Really we’re not trying to get you sick…in fact I find that I don’t like it when people breathe on you and these days I can hear another child cough or sneeze from a mile away…and I feel the need to cover you up so their germs can’t get you. I wanted to buy you one of those bio-hazard suits but I’m not sure I’d get it under the straps of your carseat. I’m sure you’ll get sick one of these days…I am just not looking forward to it…it breaks my heart when you’re sad and not feeling well.

Love,
Mommy