Week of
April 22nd, 2002
Owen was sick this past weekend, it may have been roseola (the rash appeared Tuesday). After a feverish weekend, Owen was subdued, eating poorly and sleeping poorly. Because he was so restless, Scott got much less sleep than normal. We've tried to comfort Owen and help him through this, but it's been a tough couple of days where he really hasn't been himself. It's startling for us, since we never see him burst into tears or really even fuss. He's so good-natured, the only thing we could wish for is more sleep!
Unfortunately, Scott's become a particularly light sleeper since Owen was born. I feel very guilty that I can sleep through most anything, and I worry that my mother-membership card will be revoked as a result. I'm supposed to jerk awake at the slightest whimper, anxious that something is awry with Owen -- after all, Scott does! Instead, I have to have the baby monitor next to my ear, on high, for me to wake and that's too intense for Scott. So Instead, the monitor is across the room on the lowest setting, and Scott wakes up with each whimper. He'll wake me If necessary, but even if I go on duty, he's already awake and and unable to return to sleep (which is hardly fair). His sleep patterns have never recovered from Owen's birth, I don't know how he manages. I think one thing we'll have to give up is my getting up to pump at 1 a.m. We were trying to increase my milk supply, but I think sleep for Scott is more important at this stage in the game.
Owen is still enjoying his balloons, my birthday balloon added to his deflating Easter balloon. He's starting to catch on to the fact that his board books have pages and that's been rather fascinating as well. This morning he discovered the stairs and rather than experiment and feel his way into the idea of climbing, he just started clambering up. We were dismayed, and hope that he'll lose interest.
He's constantly exploring the world; before we knew he was sick and he seemed a bit fussy, we were thinking he was just on stimulus overload and looking for reassurance. It's amazing that babies can cope as well as they do with all the changes they have to go through. Hel was 10 months old on Thursday -- and time just keeps accelating. At this rate, soon Scott and I will be withered and gray, and Owen will be assessing how little he can visit and still reassure us of his love!
On Saturday we traveled to Swampscott to see Stephen and Valerie and their dog Sasha. Owen and Sasha seemed to enjoy their time together tremendously, and Owen made many dashes across the kitchen to get to Sasha's waterbowel. Sasha was also very good about sharing her toys (which I know had our hosts flinching).
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