Different

I was awakened only twice by the prince last night, which is less than normal. But at the second feeding, Marty cried and struggled over a bowel movement and delayed my getting back to bed by about half an hour. Which was unfortunate, since the babysitting kids started back today, forcing me to actually get up at a scheduled time.

But I feel OK. Strangely, somewhat well rested.

This babyhood is so different than the first. Part of it is due to the differences in personality. Part of it is due to the fact that Martin figured out the difference between day and night a lot earlier than Olivia did. Part of it is due to the fact that we have experience and know better what to expect.

But most of it, I think, is timing.

Having a new baby in July is a lot different from having a new baby in November, y'all. Way different.

The sun is out a lot. That goes a long way toward reducing anxiety. We are not trapped inside for weeks at a time. There was that awful heat wave, but even then we could tolerate some evening outdoor time. And at this time of year we are at a MUCH lower risk of baby contracting a billion types of cold and flu viruses. That helps a lot.

Marty has decided that four ounces is just not enough for his tiny tummy, so we are moving to six for some feedings, especially before bed. I'm sure that's why I was only awakened twice last night. But, friends, he's less than four weeks old! Is it normal for a not-quite-4-week-old to be taking 6 oz per feeding?

I think we may have a linebacker on our hands. An awfully cute one.

 With big eyes!