Cash is a master faker-outer. He can seem to be waking up for more than an hour. I find it best to stay within hearing distance of him all-out crying but not the little grunts and fidgets. Otherwise I end up hovering over him when it’s only another fake-out. He’s been faking me out for about an hour now, hence this post.
It is great having a guest room and bathroom on the ground floor this go ’round. Since Kris and I began swapping nights on duty with the baby, one of us usually brings the baby downstairs for bottles. So you can watch TV (did you know VH1 actually plays videos at 4am?) and then if it’s getting too close to morning and to return upstairs might wake Ben, Cash can go in the pack-n-play and the adult can retire to the guest room.
The guest room happens to be that perfect distance of not hearing fake-waking up but catching “no, really, I’m waking up and I am not happy to realize I am hungry and/or soaked with my own urine” cries.
For most of the baby days here at home so far, I have let Cash hang out in just a diaper. We don a onesie if we leave the house. But with fall genuinely arriving, I put clothes on him today. He’s outgrowing the first wave of onesies.
And he’s finally on the insurance. We got a medical bill due tomorrow for him, but I keep getting insurance claim reports that say he isn’t covered. I called the insurance last week and they said to call my employer. So today I called the Employee Services line to find out that indeed he was added on 9-16-09. Called the insurance to find that yes, he is now on the policy. Called the doc to ask them to resubmit the claim. All while trying to microwave some leftovers to eat because it seemed Cash was about to wake up…
Faker.
9-10pm Cash and Ben both fall asleep and are placed in their requisite beds
11pm I finally begin to drift off to sleep
11:10 Cash wakes for a bottle
12am Cash back asleep in the crib
1:30am At the end of my mental rope because my body refuses to fall asleep
Sometime around 2am finally drift off to sleep
2:42am Cash wakes for a bottle; David Boreanz on Fallon’s show feels like seeing an old friend
3:15am Cash back asleep in his crib
Sleep? Please?
5:46am Cash wakes for a bottle; I ask Kris to please take this one. I can hear the baby wailing during his diaper change and as Kris makes the bottle. He finally settles in and…
6:01am Ben at the bedside “Hey, Mommy, watch Dora?”
I blame my grandmother on my insomnia; GJ has had it for as long as I can remember so I think it’s genetic. Someday I may even be on sleeping pills like she is. But not now. It is just so frustrating that Cash is sleeping better at night and I can’t take advantage of it.
In other baby news, the kid is growing fast! I checked Ben’s baby book to see when he reached 11lbs and 24″ like Cash is now and it wasn’t until he was 2 months old.
Oh, bottle time again.
When you aren’t getting enough sleep, your brain isn’t making memories the way it usually does. This is why Jaimie remembers more about Ben being a newborn than Kris or I do. I can read blog or journal entries I wrote, check his baby book or look at pictures… but I simply do not remember actually living through Ben’s early baby days. I’m sure the same will be true for Cash.
He had his one-month doctor’s visit yesterday. He’s a whopping 11 pounds. He’s grown 3 inches longer since he was born. (At Ben’s one-monther, he’d only grown 1.5 inches longer.)
Ben continues to be sweet with him. Cash’s cries only have one setting so far: full throttle. So if Ben is in the backseat with Cash when he starts up, he will say “Baby Cash, cut that out.” Or, as he did last night on the way home from the water tower: “Cut that out, I’m trying to read.”
I don’t mind turning on the overhead light in the car so Ben can flip through his books; it keeps him from falling asleep on the way home. But I never remember to turn it off. Thankfully, the car still started this morning and I didn’t kill another battery.
Cash’s Social Security card arrived today. The digits include the string 007. Kris and I thought that was funny.
I had resisted the urge to buy Ben a pair of All Stars. Until I saw Cole’s one Sunday. And then I saw these crimson ones. They’re still too big, but aren’t they cute?
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Based on this design at Tiny Prints.
Two weeks and one day into having a little brother, we had our first “I don’t want to share Mommy” moment. Ben was in my lap; we were reading about the lady who swallowed a fly. Cash began to cry; Kris was downstairs making breakfast. When I began to get up and tell Ben I needed to go get the baby, he cried out “Mommy, don’t leave me!”
After breakfast, I got out the Baby Ben book and showed him pictures of all the things Cash does now: taking a bottle, being burped, wearing a bib. Whenever Ben would point out “Baby Cash,” I’d tell him no, that’s Baby Ben. I hope it helped.
…that if Cash’s mini-smiles when he passes gas are any indication… the kid’s gonna have a killer smile.
…that if we have an early fall, I have a lot of cute 0-3 month short sleeve onesies he won’t get the chance to wear.
…that the rest of this year is going to be a blast.
