Yesterday Judah was 1 month old. This past month has been wonderful, crazy, tough, exciting and chaotic and about a million other adjectives all rolled into one. I love being a mom to 2 little boys. It's different than what I ever imagined my life being. When I was young I always pictured myself having girls, but I love little boys. Judah is obviously still too young to show me how much of a little boy he is, but it's in every thing Curtis does. This past month, he has really developed into his own little personality, even more than he already had. He is of course, into everything, but for the most part, it's in a curious way. He likes to check everything out, see how it works. He usually uses none of his toys properly, but comes up with new ways to play with them, and take them apart and make them something else. He amazes me every day with what he can do and how much he learns. He talks all the time, although we don't know much of what he says. He does have a few spoken words we can understand and a few signs that we've taught him. He runs everywhere he goes, which means he falls. A lot. He has perpetual bruises and scrapes all over his legs. But unless he hits his head, he pops right back up, never fussing, never being phased. I think that's my favorite part of having a little boy. He is constantly a mess. Especially when he eats peanut butter or yogurt. Or plays outside. Or in the dog bowls. He has become best friends with Baxter and they act just like brothers, one minute playing together, the next terrorizing and bothering each other. It's cute to watch, although, Baxter does have to get put up more often, usually for his protection, not Curtis'.
Judah is doing well. He's a sweet baby. He's different than Curtis. He sleeps well, especially during the day. I can actually put him down for all of his naps and not have to hold him. But if he's awake, he's pretty much only content with me. I'm hoping that changes this month since I plan on going back to the clinic next month, but we shall see. It's been tough being the only one he's happy with, never really getting a break and then when I do, he's usually screaming so I eat my breakfast quickly or do whatever it is as quick as possible so I can go back to holding him so he won't be screaming. I know that will work itself out the more he's with others, so my goal this month is to have others hold him, which I'm finding out at church will not be hard :) And hopefully by next month, he'll be okay with me leaving him some. He is nursing better than he was. He still doesn't self latch, which is preventing me from feeding him in public, cause it's really hard to put on a cover and discreetly nurse a baby who takes 5 minutes to latch and then pops off a few times before he actually eats. Hopefully that will get better too this month, but at least he's nursing, for that, I am so grateful. Other than that, he's pretty much a normal baby. I'm looking forward to this month where he'll wake up a little more and begin focusing and knowing who we are so we can get to know him just a little better.
I said in the beginning, this has been a tough month. I'm so very thankful for my husband and mom who have been such a huge help. If Isaac is home, he gets up with me to help put Judah back to sleep and he gives me breaks where it's just me and Judah, while he plays with Curtis, or vice versa. He makes breakfast when he's home, or makes coffee for me when he comes home in the mornings. He spent one of his nights off cleaning the downstairs. He never ceases to amaze me with how much he loves me. And mom. She takes Curtis out every morning so I can nurse Judah at least once in peace and then sometimes even rest my eyes a little after the long nights. She cleans my kitchen every night, because somewhere along the way, I became OCD about that and have to have my kitchen clean before going to bed. She rocks Judah while he's sleeping so I can get a shower. She gets up with Curtis in the mornings and during the night when he has bad dreams. She has done countless other things, all of which I'm so incredibly thankful for. She goes home on Saturday, and while I'm nervous about finally being on my own with the boys, I'm thankful for what she's done in getting me prepared to be on my own. I could not have made it through this past month without them.
Judah's one month pictures
One of Curtis' favorite pass times as long as Isaac is awake
They love each other
Such a sweet baby face
Curtis loves him, just has to learn to be gentle
This was how most of the 1 month pictures looked.
