So Whitney is officially 3 months old. Where did the time go??? I feel like she hasn't been here anywhere close to that long, yet I feel like she has been here forever.
Baby #2 is such a different journey that Baby#1. I feel like all the things that went so smoothly with Dillan are blowing up in my face when it comes to Whitney. She is still co-sleeping, which may not seem like a big deal to some parents, but in our house, we like our kids to at least start out in their own space at bedtime. She is tough cookie when it comes to change and she will scream until she can barely catch her breath so getting her in her crib has been more of a challenge than we anticipated. I am all for letting them cry it out, but only to an extent. She far surpasses my limit. EVERY. TIME.
Also, Hubster and I need some time to ourselves since he isn't home all that often. I am starting to feel like we are losing our communication a little and that scares me. It takes a lot of work on a regular basis to keep communication going strong and when it slips away for a even the smallest amount of time, it takes loads of work to get it back where it should be. We were really good at keeping time for ourselves when we had Dillan, but this time around it has certainly been more difficult. It would help if we had more than my mom to help us out, but this is another post entirely...
Whitney has zero schedule and I feel like that is because we are still breastfeeding. It is hard to put EBF babies on a schedule and Dillan was formula fed from about 2 months on. It made a world of difference and I prided myself on getting him into a routine early on. It worked for us and it seemed to make him a more even tempered kid. When his scheduled was thrown off, he could become a monster (which may be a bad thing that he can't adjust well), but I think it helped him in the long run.
So, I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out a way to remedy some of these things that are stressing me out. One thing: I need to chill the crap out. I am way too worried about things that are just unimportant. ie. All the laundry does not NEED to be done all the time. Hubster and I have been discussing our communication A LOT lately, which I suppose is the best way to start improving it. So, we will get there, I guess. And, moving Whitney to a crib is going to involve a lot of crying, from both of us, and I just need to mentally prepare myself and get through a couple weeks of hell. Wooosaaahhh....
The real big one is the breastfeeding. I haven't come to terms with moving to formula and pumping just doesn't yield the amount I need to keep her satisfied and growing healthily. Did I mention she also won't take a bottle?? We have tried eight different bottles and I think its just going to be a matter of being consistent. She has an exceptionally hard time taking a bottle from me, which is difficult since I am the only one around to feed her during the week. I think getting her to take one from me will require me to stop breastfeeding all together and making the bottle her only option. It makes sense on paper, right? For some reason, maybe because I know this is the last time I will be breastfeeding EVER, I am having a hard time moving on from it. BUT, I know logically, that if I fix the feeding issue, it will help with both the schedule and the sleeping. Hmmm.... mommy problems.
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