Greysen turned 6 weeks yesterday. And what they said about it getting easier really is true. I think it's a combination of him becoming more predictable and me becoming more comfortable with parenthood. Plus, he's out of the growth spurt that had him attached to my boob for 12 hours of the day.
I've begun to enjoy everything about being a parent. I even laughed aloud this morning when I laid Greysen down to be changed. I knew better but I took his diaper off and he was totally free of a diaper barrier. He let out a fart and well, it sprayed halfway across our very large room. At the same time, he peed and spit up. Luckily I had the pee blocker in the way of his spray or I'd have had them both on me.
And I can enjoy his cry and understand some of them are just cries of frustration and defiance rather than the I'm-surely-going-to-die-and-even-if-I-don't-my-Mama-surely-sucks-at-being-my-Mama kind of cry that I thought they all were just 2 weeks ago.
And when he does cry, even the Mama-sucks cry, I know how to respond now to quiet him - swaddle, sway, shhhhh-ing, dancing, Moby or Baby Bjorn , even just sitting him in front of the light so he can stare at it for minutes on end (which is like hours in adult times - kinda like counting dog years).
And I even know now how to get ready in the morning - shower, blow-dry hair, EVEN put mascara on my eyelashes - all before he blows up! This was quite an accomplishment and made me realize that my life didn't have to change so much (sarcasm inserted).
Needless to say, I'm enjoying my time with Greysen at home. We get out more, we laugh more and, dare I say it, I get more sleep. Six weeks is bliss.
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