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My easy baby, Grady, has become decidedly less easy over the last two weeks. He is up a lot at night (down at 9, up at 10, 2, 4, 5, 6, and for good at 7), and wants to eat about every two hours (almost) around the clock. He only sleeps well when being rocked or held. He naps for 15 minutes at a time during the day, and he doesn't go much longer at night, unless he's being snuggled. It seems other babies his age are giving their moms much longer stretches (between feeds and of sleep), especially at night. He's crying a lot more too, but still not as much as Evan did.
At first I thought G was going through a growth spurt, but as this drags on it's hard to think that could be the cause. Reflux? Gas? A phase? I don't know, but I know I'm more tired than I have been thus far, and it's really starting to wear on me. At the very least, he's healthy and well-fed, so I guess this is something I just have to ride out. And of course he's still super cute, so that helps a great deal.
Tomorrow is Mike and my 6th wedding anniversary. Every year I marvel that we've made it through another one. Not that we're always on the verge of break-up (though he might say we are!), but that every year has had different excitements and challenges. This time last year there was no Grady, and who knows what the next year will bring? I know for certain that it will bring more laughter, probably some tears, and lots more fun as we make our way through the world together. Happy anniversary, dearest, and here's to another great year!
Posted by jenny at August 25, 2006 7:42 PM