So this is officially the third blog post to our new blog all about Ever. I suppose it will actually be all about Ever's parents for the most part, our musings and ruminations about having a new family member. (Or should I say our rants and ramblings?-- The process of parenting isn't so delicate!!)
Ever is snoozing while Stephen bounces him up and down and up and down, quietly meditating on fatherhood, I'm sure. I'm very determined to make this blog successful. Perhaps it won't be consistant, but I figure between the three of us we can probably manage to give an update at least once a week. Once Stephen's in the full swing of studenthood (first day tomorrow!) I think the words will pour out of him again.
Mothering is teaching me the value of simple pleasures and truly seeing only the very best of a situation. It's a slow process; I realize I have spent my life always wanting only the most perfect outcome. But that perfection was so unattainable I couldn't even imagine it! I'm learning that not only is perfection a hazy hypothesis, it's undesirable, too.
After the first new days in the world, Ever was sleeping through the night. (Any little sigh or hiccup would alert the semi-somnambulant mommy, of course, but in effect I got a good night's sleep.) He would fall asleep in my arms around 9 pm and stay asleep until 4 or 5 in the morning! This would follow with a nap around 7 am, and so on. I was told that this is not common. (I truly have a large place in my heart for mothers of sleepless nights. You are strong and brave!) So, a couple months of this went by and I thought we had it made! Turns out, one thing you can really count on of a baby is their high likelyhood of change and growth! Ever now prefers to save almost all of his breastfeeding for nighttime. This is partly due to the fact that Ever has an idea of a "perfect" breastfeeding situation which includes about thirty minutes of laying in bed playing with our hands, then ten minutes of courtship with the breast-- rolling toward it, then away... reaching for it whilst turning to look in the other direction... leaning in finally- but just nibbling and moving away. Eventually he will settle in with a fury, burying his face deep and then easing into a decadent relaxation that only an infant can acheive. So you may ask-- what's wrong with that?!?!! What a delicious romance. Well the clincher is; if mommy interrupts, Ever could suddenly switch to inconsolable-mode and we must begin again. Not to mention, when we are out grocery shopping or visiting at a coffee shop, we don't have a bedroom with ambiance. Ever's perfect situation is often not so perfect for mama.
~db
