Once again, I’ve been foiled by hope. I really need to stop expecting things to change on a schedule. Certainly it feels like an accomplishment to have gotten this far. 12 weeks, woo hoo!
But as it always happens, as soon as I hit what seems like it should be a milestone of some kind, someone dangles another carrot (not to mix my metaphors but I am).
I thought his fussiness might suddenly melt away at this point. But not yet.
The very same friend who seemed so happy that her daughter had reached 12 weeks a while back (and gave me said hope — though others of you are equally responsible), sat on my couch today and promised me it really turns around at four months. Sigh.
Not that I’m complaining. The boy is great. He smiles, he laughs, he makes these totally cool noises, he kicks and wiggles, he finds light fixtures infinitely fascinating. But, well, he’s still fussy. A lot. And once or twice a day he cries that inconsolable cry that makes me cry with him. The terror of not being able to soothe him just knocks me over.
That’s not entirely his fault, of course. I’m the one on a shaky footing. But I am back in touch with my psychic chiropractor and as ridiculous as this makes me sound, the fact is I talked to her tonight and among other wonderful adjustments, she’s going to balance my hormones, which should help with the footing. Thank you.
In a way, I was glad to be out of touch with her because I could pretend to you all that I’m not as nutty as I am. But I am that. Nutty.
On her advice, I’ll also be dropping a few other foods from my diet for a while (wheat, gluten, corn). These changes may help the boy with his gas and skin sensitivities too. We’ll see.
He’s got this rash on his neck — I think it’s from all the spit-up pooling in the folds. Today I decided to put the zinc diaper cream on it. Because it is the same as what would be on his butt, a moisture reaction, right? Seems to soothe him. Butoh baby.
I was getting frustrated today about his naps currently being so short — often 30 minutes almost on the dot. But same friend assured me that his naps will organize better, be longer and less frequent, in another month or so. In fact, she says most of the things we worry about trying to govern or control (sleep schedule, feeding schedule) settle out on their own over time. Which is interesting to hear because so far, I’ve done very little to enforce any schedule on the boy; mainly I’ve been following his lead.
This friend is also however obsessively reading the sleep books, so there we are.
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