So, I haven't updated in a while, but things have been a little crazy here. On Wednesday night, Jack and Justin slept in the living room so that I could get a little sleep, which was much needed. Big thank you to Justin for that since he was not able to ever fully fall asleep in the living room. I ended up relieving him of his duties about 5:30 a.m., but I was definitely more rested. On Thursday, Jack went to a MOMS group run by Methodist Germantown. It was interesting even though the other babies there were 8 and 10 months. I think maybe as he gets a little older and a little more interactive it could a good time. Later that day, Justin and I took Jack for his first store outing - Walmart. You should have seen us. We were trying to figure out how to hook the carrier into the cart like other parents do, but we just couldn't seem to get it secure. We were going around the store scoping out other parents with their babies in carriers and trying to get the logistics down, but we ended up just putting his carrier in the main cart part since it never seemed quite secure enough to make his nervous daddy comfortable. We'll have to work on our technique. Thursday night was a lesson in patience for me. I took the first feedind shifts since Justin had been up the night before and it just seemed like Jack never wanted to go to sleep. When he did sleep, it would only be for 1 1/2 to 2 hour periods, so of course I was panicked on Friday morning. He was soo fussy all night and morning and nothing seemed to soothe him and I knew he had been having bad gas, so I called the pediatrician. We switched formula on Friday to Similac Sensitive. I'm not sure if I jumped the gun there, but he does seem to feel a little better and doesn't seem to be having quite as much gas. We are talking the gas was bad...you could feel it in his little tummy and then hear it when he was sitting on your lap and he would poot. Every time we couldn't tell if it was him pooping or farting so we would trudge on back to the changing table and usually waste another diaper. We went through quite a few Pampers for a while there. Also, Friday he was quite active most of the day and by that night, I was exhausted and had a little melt down. It just seems like I am going backward in my mom development. For a while there I was thinking I was starting to understand what his cries meant, and now, I am just lost. I know that they don't always mean he is hungry, but I am confused because if they are that he is hungry and I'm not feeding him, am I hurting him? Yeah, that is my mind all the time, just think about it. On Saturday, after a night and morning of crying when he was done with his 3.5 oz. of formula, we decided to up him to 4 oz. I thought this might slow him down, but he is taking all of those 4 oz. in on a regular basis. If he starts crying again when we are done, I'm going to call the pediatrician to ask what to do about my endless hunger pit son. Saturday his Gram - Jane - came over because she had a Jack attack and just had to see him and we had a great time. She even took care of him for a little while and Justin and I tried to get out for a little time to ourselves which ended up just making us both nervous wrecks who couldn't wait to get back hom to make sure Jack was okay. I am sure Michael Clayton was a great movie, but my mind was definitely somewhere else. Jack is still trying for that Mr. Olympia baby title. He keeps rolling over from his back to his side and when he is on his tummy, from his tummy to his side. The other day he went from his tummy to his side, back to his tummy, back to his side, pause, onto his back. Wow. Also, that neck is like a little turtle, poking up at every opportunity. I am attaching a picture from Thursday when Jack wore his first set of overalls - they were a little big, but he seemed to like them.
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