Week 2: Just Call Me Bessie
We’re approaching the end of week 2 with little Miss Avery and things are definitely ramping up…
Remembering back to when Grace was a newborn, week 1 was pretty tame because she was so very sleepy and then week 2 started to get a little more intense because she was more alert and more demanding.
We’ve all thought that Avery would be more laid back than Grace since she’s a second child and also because Grace is so much like me we figured that number 2 would probably be more like Andy.
I’m starting to think that’s not the case. LOL
I should also mention that I prayed for a good eater this time around and boy oh boy did God deliver! Avery is straight up addicted to the boob!
She latched on great soon after birth and wanted to nurse all night long that first night. Little did I know that would be a foreshadowing of things to come.
I’m still very thankful that Avery is a good nurser because I was exasperated by Grace’s ADD nursing habits, but I’m also overwhelmed by how often Avery wants to be attached to me. And without over sharing, let me just say, “OUCH.”
The past few nights have been rough. Like I mentioned before, I’m a girl who needs her sleep. I pride myself on being really independent and capable of handling anything that comes my way, but without enough sleep I feel helpless.
I’ve had several sweet offers for people to come over so that I can get some sleep, but because of Avery’s incessant desire to nurse, that wouldn’t even work out. I know that this is going to pass and that someday my girls will be teenagers with much trickier issues and I will look back on these days and remember how much easier they were than “big kid problems” but man is that hard to remember at 3am when your baby has been attached to your chest for 8 hours.
Being awake most of the night has meant Army Wives marathons coupled with eating. So.Much.Eating.
I’ve got plans to buckle down in February and start shedding the baby weight but until then I don’t want to pack on any extra weight. The middle of the night snacking is not going to do me any favors in the weight loss department, that’s for sure.
I think part of it is boredom, part of it is emotional eating and thanks to a reminder from Andy the other day, the other part of it is probably due to how many calories I’m burning as a walking dairy farm!
Let’s just hope that I’m burning enough calories to compensate for my midnight feedings :)