Time flies

Well, it's true, time really does fly. I can't believe that Reed is already 3 weeks old today! 3 weeks in pregnancy world is pretty much eternity and 3 weeks in mom world is like a blink of an eye. How is it that the day seemed so long when he was inside of me, a night lasted forever when you can't get comfortable, but now 2 hours of sleep is so fast and all the sudden a day is over?

I'm getting into my routine, trying to get him on one too. Learning to do everything with a baby, and realizing that a productive day to me in the past is twice as much as I can possibly do now. I've still got my OCD tendencies (people told me those would go away) but I'm learning that I can't clean the whole house, pay bills, run errands and do all the laundry in just one morning, it takes a full day, if I can even get it done in one day. Feeding takes up much more time than I realized.

My mom left on Sunday morning, I successfully made it through my first day alone (and Fogg didn't even get home until 7pm - so it was a LONG day...). I also successfully made my first solo trip out of the house this morning. It's not so bad - I can do it! But I do really miss my mom being around to help out, just holding him for a minute so I can do something, or helping out with dinner. It was nice to have someone to ask questions to and bounce ideas off of. But now I'm learning on my own. I think Reed really missed his LaLa yesterday, the first full day without her - he cried almost all day long! He's doing much better today.
I've decided to take a picture of Reed every Tuesday next to his sock monkey so we can see him grow. I'll try to do it for the first year, but I'm not sure I'll be able to keep up. I'll try anyway. Here are his first three weeks...

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Fogg is getting into the groove of having a kid too, he's been really helpful in the evenings and mornings and tries in the middle of the night, but you know how that goes. The other night, Reed pee'd on himself while I was changing him at like 2:30am and he doesn't like being cold and wet so he was absolutely screaming. I asked Fogg about it in the morning if he had heard him crying and he didn't even wake up!!! I guess that's the difference between Mom and Dad, mom hears every little peep and dad doesn't even notice when mom's out of the bed! Anyway, here is London laying on the floor with Reed and Fogg.


One day, my days won't be ruled by what time it is and when the next feeding is, but as of now, sorry, you have to endure my blogs about having a baby!