My sister forwarded an email yesterday about pets and babies. It consisted of a series of cute photos of babies with pet cats and dogs and included the statement "Save this for the next time someone says you have to get rid of your pets when you have a baby." It's funny that it never even occurred to me that the cats would have anything other than a positive reaction to the baby. A few people suggested otherwise, but they were people who were not cat owners. People I've known with cats and babies have only reported good things.
And so it was with our cats, Gabi and Lucy. Gabi is the older of the two and Doug's cat, and she is going about her life as if there were no baby. She ignores him for the most part. Lucy, OTOH, is my cat and has always been very clingy. I was worried how she would react to not being "the baby" any more. She's accepted her new position surprisingly quickly. She's clearly jealous, but she's sort of sad and resigned about it. She jumps at the opportunity to be in my lap when I'm baby-free, and will sit on my lap when I'm wearing the baby.
Speaking of babywearing, I'm really enjoying it. Carter does very well in the Moby and the sling, and I like having him close. It's amazing how much he settles down the moment he's slipped into the fabric. He doesn't flinch at loud noises or mind being jostled around. He sleeps so deeply that he'll even forget to be hungry. If I take him out, he'll suddenly wake up and get hungry or fussy, as if none of that was affecting him when he was being worn. I suppose it simulates being in the womb to an extent. Of course, it's been a while since he was in the womb, but still -- he likes it, and I like being able to get things done and hold and comfort him at the same time.
Carter in the Maya wrap (a ring sling).
Me wearing Carter at a restaurant. This works surprisingly well, and eating around him isn't that hard.
Everything is going pretty well, in general. I'm finding ways to get sleep when I can, and Carter is getting better at sleeping on his own, though he seems to prefer sleeping in the daytime with the TV blaring.
He's been getting very fussy every night at 2:00 am, like clockwork. He'll wake up hungry and then will fuss the entire time he's being fed. And then he'll be hungry again as soon as I'm done pumping. He'll eat so fast he ends up spitting up, which only makes it worse. I'm not sure why he's so upset at that time every night. I can't seem to do anything to calm him down, either. It may be that it takes me longer to respond to his hunger signals because he has to wake me up, and it's the time factor that's the issue.
But I can say that even when I'm dealing with a crying baby at 2:30 in the morning, I'm still so grateful to have him. It took six years to get here, and I'm enjoying every minute of it!
Last night was bath night, and I took some pictures and video, posted below. I weighed him before and he now weighs 5 pounds, 10 ounces! I can't believe he's coming up on 6 pounds. He'll soon be too big for his preemie clothes -- the same clothes that were huge on him just a few short weeks ago. It's hard not to be sad about that, as strange as it sounds. I want him to grow, of course, but I'm enjoying him being so tiny too. I went to Babies R Us yesterday afternoon and bought some cute newborn-sized outfits, but I'm not in a hurry to put them on him.
My big boy!