Oh, my are we ever still stuck in the newborn baby hole over here. The verdict on Miles is still that he is very sweet, but boy oh boy is he a nurser. He nurses and he nurses and he nurses. If I hadn't broken down and gotten out a pacifier the kid would be nursing right now.
He nurses for hours. And hours. And hours. When I say he nurses for five hours straight with fifteen minute breaks every hour and a half, I'm not even kidding. And the breaks are mandated by me, so that I can use the bathroom or shower or eat something. He even nurses IN HIS SLEEP.
I realize zealous nursing is not something I should really complain about, especially given the fact that Oscar was such a poor nurser in the first month. But it is so exhausting. And with the mastitis I've just been flat out the past week.
But really, I am loving this baby, every single second of it. The tiny fingers and toes, the little coos and squeaks, the neck nuzzles. And the co-sleeping, oh, how I missed having a little tiny baby in my bed. There will be no bassinet for Miles, oh no, only Mommy and Daddy's bed will do.
It is different this time around, so, so different. When Oscar was this small I couldn't wait for him to get bigger to DO something other than eat, sleep, and poop. But this time, I'm enjoying every single minute of his sweet infanthood.
And, you know what else? Everyone told me I wouldn't get lucky twice. Oscar was a good baby, a great baby even. He slept well, he rarely cried, he was cuddly, he was mellow, he was gorgeous, he smiled, he was easy going. But everyone was WRONG. Miles is an even better baby. He sleeps even better (3.5 to four hours a row at night at two weeks!), he cries even less, he's just as cuddly, just as mellow and easy going, and the kid has been smiling since he was two days old.
Oh, and Oscar could not be any sweeting, kissing Miles every chance he gets. And do you know what he calls his little brother? He calls him You. "Ni Ni, You!" he says at bed time. "You! Youuuu!" Oscar says in the morning. It's the cutest freaking thing ever.
So, we are drowning in laundry, unbelievably exhausted, loving Miles, loving Oscar, loving each other. I know in another month I'll be tearing my hair out but right now all is bliss.