As I sit here this morning wondering when this little guy is going to wake up and nursing a very sore back/neck (because “little guy” is relative), I wanted to share a bit about Lincoln at 8 weeks.
side note: he’s 9 1/2 weeks now and has changed so much since we took these pictures!
Lincoln has always been a pretty mild tempered baby. If he’s crying you can be sure he’s hungry, needs to be burped, or needs to be put to bed. I’ve been working these past two months to really view crying as a way of him communicating. More crying just means I have something else to figure out and I am so grateful he’s patient with us because we have lots to learn.
Lincoln loves music and light. He is happy to lay on a blanket and stare at the sun coming through the blinds for twenty minutes (which is great while I chat with him and get some cleaning done). He also loves music. Yesterday we spent a full hour just singing songs. We started with primary songs (children church songs), moved on to Disney (because I’ve had a “Do You Want to Build a Snowman” pandora station long before I had Linc), and by the time we got to Broadway tunes, it was about time to go down for a nap (so we turned it into singing and interpretive dance while holding a baby to keep him up and happy for a few more minutes).
He is also incredibly content during bath time and he’s all smiles when Dad comes home in the evening (even if he’s crying the minutes before he walks in the door). The smiling started a few weeks ago, but in the past couple of days he’s started cooing and smiling for long periods of time and it is so darling (this little video captures a tiny bit of it)! For baths, he loves lying on a towel in the tub and just kicking as we sing songs and pour warm water on him. Sometimes I’m tempted to give him baths multiple times a day because he likes them so much.
Linc does not love loud, sudden noises, sitting in the back seat by himself, and waking up early from naps. I dropped a cookie sheet in the kitchen yesterday and the screeching that ensued was louder than the initial clatter. This past weekend in Cincinnati if any of the younger kids would cry (or even play loudly), Linc’s face would scrunch up and he’d often join in. He does reserve a special cry for shots and the backseat of the car. At his two month appointment he had all his vaccines and while he loved the oral one (he cried midway through because he thought it was over and settled right back down when the nurse gave him some more), I felt horrible watching him cry at the first injection, knowing there were two more to go. At seven weeks Lincoln and I drove with my family the twelve hours back to New Hampshire (it was a last minute decision to extend our time with them after their visit to Ohio) and Linc was FABULOUS in the car. There was maybe three minutes total of crying and we managed the trip by stopping for half an hour or so every four hours. However, when he’s in his car seat and I’m not sitting in the back with him, letting him suck on my finger or singing songs, there’s a 50//50 chance you need earplugs.
He is just learning to tolerate diaper and outfit changes. I’ve let the latter be driven by soiled clothes and not my want to dress him up in all his cute outfits.
Linc is soothed by being held upright, skin, and sucking on my finger. He loves to look around at the world and Ben’s solution to any fussiness is showing him things around the house (his favorite is to stare at the paintings on our gallery wall). I have been amazed recently at the power of skin in soothing this baby as well. He always managed to find skin beneath the top of my shirt while feeding, and seems calmer once he does. Just yesterday I had him laying up against my chest over a bathrobe, trying to sooth him (he’d been up a little long at this point), but once I moved the robe so his cheek was against my skin, settled right down.
Linc adventures out of the house with us occasionally but I’m still hesitant to do much with him alone. We take him with us to church each week, Linc and I spent a week in New Hampshire (and flew home just the two of us – he was great on the plane and saved the tears for the post-flight diaper change), and last weekend was his inaugural trip to Cincinnati. He’s been to our favorite lunch place downtown a few times and the grocery store once. With this warmer weather, we’ve started adventuring out with our new jogging stroller and usually, as long as we’re moving and the ride isn’t too smooth, Linc does just fine.
Linc sleeps like a dream! Granted, if I had been typing this post when he was actually eight weeks, I’d report he wakes up one to two times a night and sleeps in three to five hour increments. For just the past two days he’s made it through the whole night by himself though and I feel like throwing a party whenever I think about it. Two nights ago he was up fussing for five minutes or so at 1 am but by the time we got a bottle ready for him, he had put himself back to sleep. Last night I braced myself for the worst (we’d decided to let him cry for 5-10 minutes if he woke up now that we know he can go through the night without eating) and it’s been almost ten hours and we haven’t heard a peep!
Linc eats like a teenage boy. I’ve been exclusively pumping since week six and we’ve started supplementing with a bottle or two of formula a day because sometimes he’ll take upward of 40 ounces a day. Earlier this week he drank eight ounces in one sitting before bed. He’s gained almost a pound a week since we brought him home from the hospital and at his 2 month appointment he weighed in at 14 pounds 11 ounces (95th percentile for weight and 75th for height). After the long struggle its been to feed this baby, I am so grateful he’s growing so well…even if my back at the moment would beg to differ.
Linc spends most of his time eating, sleeping, and singing songs with mom. We also do quite a bit of dancing (he’ll quiet down being held and moving and I get a bit of exercise), poetry/scripture recitation, and playing on his little mat. If he’s been fed he’s content to sit in his mamroo while I talk to him and clean.
…and right on cue, 10 hours after we put him down, baby boy is waking up. Have a wonderful day!
right on cue referencing finishing writing this post not when we expected him up – we are still completely winging this sleep thing but excuse me while I go do a happy dance and kiss this wonderful baby!
a few more pictures of this little man we love so much:
^like I said, he loves looking at the light coming in from the window
^up until last week when the smiles really started, Linc always had the most worried expressions (and sometimes we’ll still find him, eyes wide, starting at something)
age blocks here (love these)