
Ivan is two months old today. I'd like to say that the time had flown by, but that would be lying. The first month flew, this last month has dragged on FOR-E-VER. Maybe it's the lack of sleep getting to me. But things are going well. At his doctor's appointment, Ivan weighed 12 pounds and was 23 inches long. So he's growing, yay! He's out of all his newborn clothes, and most of the 0-3, he mostly wears 3-6 month stuff right now. He likes to sleep on his tummy. I know, I know, the SIDs experts say they should sleep on their backs, blah, blah. I say if the choice is between sleeping on his tummy and staying awake while on his back, it's a no-brainer. :) We let Ivan sleep on his tummy. We need all the sleep we can get.
Ivan is starting to be really social, and I love it. He smiles and coos and watches you move around the room. He can track a toy really well too. And, his arms are long enough now to bat at the toys that hang down in front of him on his chair. We get really excited for him when he actually hits one.
Lincoln, I think, has gotten used to the idea that Ivan is sticking around for good. Linc is pretty helpful, or at least tries to be. He brings me burp clothes, diapers, the binkie, the bottle, etc. whether I need them or not. And a couple times when I've had my back turned for a second, he's tried to pick Ivan up. Yikes! If Linc comes into a room and can't see Ivan, he'll call for him. He calls him "I-mahn", I think because he hasn't gotten the hang of the "v" yet. But I find myself calling Ivan, "I-mahn" as a nickname because I think it's so cute when Lincoln does it.
I'm still breast-feeding, even though I hate it. I'm pretty sure it's the bane of my existence. And when I say breast-feeding what I actually mean is pumping breast milk and feeding it to Ivan in a bottle. Even though it takes more time to do it that way, I don't feel so confined to our house that way because I know I can put it in a bottle and take it with us where ever we go. Plus the constant up and down, up and down, up and down, of the shirt and the bra strap, and the nursing pads, over and over and over, because Ivan has decided he can't eat longer than 5 minutes in a row, but needs to eat every 15 minutes, is driving me crazy. I'm a whiner. But I really do hate it, and am struggling with it quite a bit. Every other second I think about just quitting and going to formula. I was talking with Aaron about it, and we set a goal to see if I can make it three months and if I do I can switch to formula guilt free. Ya right guilt free. I feel like such a bad mom. Every other mother I talk to, "just loves breast feeding and does it for 12-15 months and is so sad when they finally have to give it up". Why am I the only one who can't hack it? I don't know, but I didn't mean for this post to turn into a gripe session.
On a more positive note, Ivan is sleeping pretty well at night. He goes to bed between 9-11 usually and then his first wake up is between 1-3 and his second between 4-6. Not too bad. And because we do use the bottle, Aaron gets up and does one of the feedings in the night. That is wonderful.
I love our boys. I love watching them grow up. I love when they learn new things. I hope they get to be close little buddies. I hope I can teach them the things that they need to know. I hope they know how much a love them. I saw a decoration in a store the other day that said, "All my greatest blessings call me Mom." I wanted to buy it really bad (it was too much though) because I think it's so true. Even though it's hard to be a mom sometimes, I feel like I am blessed to have these two little boys that call me Mom and love me even though I'm not perfect. My other greatest blessing calls me Wife. He gets me through so much. He's very supportive and I love him very much too.
Wow, I'm all over the place in this post. I guess I haven't put my thoughts down on paper in awhile and now they are all just spilling out of me. And all I really wanted to do was give a 2 month update on Ivan. :)