This past month has felt like a year, so many milestones. Rye's first flight, first Thanksgiving, first vocal laugh, and first time he slept in his bassinet. Rye has changed so much this month. I can change his diaper without him crying, I can set him down without him crying, he plays in his activity mat, and he is trying to roll over, he can get on one side almost all the way over to his tummy.
He is responding to his name, and smiles when I smile back at him.
Coos a lot!!!!!
Still throwing up a ton. We switched out his formula to Similac Spit Up, which has helped a lot with him spitting up every time he eats. I am not sure how anyone wear nice things with a baby, as it is almost expected to get thrown up on. I wear old t-shirts daily so my nicer clothes do not get destroyed.
I always knew Timmy and I would have different parenting styles, Timmy good cop and me bad cop, but I didn't think we would have to choose what type of parent we would be until Rye became an obnoxious teenager, but its beginning now. I am slightly controlling, slightly love everything done my way, which means I started telling Timmy how to parent. But life lesson alert, I can't have everything done my way. I have learned that each parent will have their own parenting skills, and I shouldn't nitpick on his parenting style because honestly I am learning how to be a better parent from Timmy. My hope is that with our own styles to parenting that it will help Rye become the perfect little man!
This past month I have been asked a few times how motherhood is going. Is it hard? How are you feeling? And I whole heartily can say its the best thing and its not hard. I hate saying it because I feel like I should be saying how hard it is, and how much of a mess I feel. Timmy and I went out to brunch with another couple and they have a 1 year old son and they were talking about how the first 3 months were so rough and they never left the house. And I just looked at them wishing I could relate. I don't want to come off as smug when I am like "nope its great" or make them feel less. I am not sure if its because Timmy and I are super relaxed with parenting Rye, or Rye is just pretty easy, or because I spent the last 8 years being around my nieces and watching my sister and brother in law raise them. Not sure, but the easy parenting guilt has gotten to me, and I just need to say fuck it and say so far this parenting thing isn't that bad.
Lots of unsolicited parenting advice. I was warned by this, but I didn't know it was going to be that bad. Sometimes advice came from people who don't even have children. I am not one to hold my tongue, but I really had to just smile and nod and say ok. On top of the unsolicited advice we were even questioned on our parenting skills. Such as if it was safe how we had Rye in his car seat or questioning us why he was crying as if we couldn't solve the problem. New moms be prepared!!!
A few weeks ago I drank a little too much and didn't feel 100% comfortable with Rye sleeping with us, so we put him in his bassinet for the first time. And he actually slept in there without crying. He did wake up middle of the night and we put him back in the bed with us. Which made me think maybe we should get him out of out bed and into his. He has started using my boobs as his personal pacifier, he isn't hungry but its his way to sooth himself to sleep. He legit can now roll on his side to my boobs and grab them out, this makes sleeping harder on me. As painful as it was for me to have him sleep in his bassinet, I was bawling my eyes out. But I think its time he learns to sleep on his own now. More to come from me on this in the New Year.