Little man turned three weeks old last night. I cannot believe it’s been that long. He has changed so much already. He’s filled out and his face is much cuter and less alien like (I can say that because I am his mother).
We’ve been working on “good habits” like getting him to bed at 9pm and attempting to establish a schedule. It’s been going really well and I consider us very luck (for now). He wakes at 3 am and then again at 6 am. Little man and I do a long cuddle session after he eats at 6 am and part of me wonders if that co-nap on the couch is bad or good? We aren’t co-sleeping so I’ve begun to wonder if this instills similar patterns.
So what have I learned…some of this is little boy specific:
I am sure there is more but I don’t want to bore. This week I’ve managed to do my hair and my wonderful husband is going to watch little man tonight so I can do a super mega light workout. I let my gym membership expire right before little man was born but our condominium has a small gym so I’ll make due.
I guess the best thing I’ve learned is that every day is a learning experience. I don’t google much and I hardly call my mom for advice. I just do what comes naturally.
Oh and one more thing. Breast feeding is a wonderful thing but it’s hard. My entire day revolves around nursing or pumping. That’s just part of the hard part. However it has a huge payoff. My son is already reaping the benefits and I know it’s helped me drop quite a bit of weight. I don’t have a scale but all my pre-pregnancy clothes fit, including the skinny jeans. Whether or not they look good is another thing, but we’re getting there.