Two weeks ago, I knew I was on the cusp of a huge change. I knew that change would soon become normality, and that my current point in life (as a mother to one) would fast seem like an old memory. Now we are here, and it is exactly as I thought.
Rory continues to put away all the milk he can. Having lost none of his birth weight, on Day 11 Rory’s weight was 9lbs 9oz. He feeds amazingly. I’ve had no soreness this time round, which I didn’t even think was possible. I was expecting the same four weeks of toe-curling pain that I experienced with Arlo, but we’ve skipped that bit completely and it’s as if I’m feeding a competent four month old.
Rory is mainly sleeping right beside me at night, although he does do the occasional stint in his moses basket. I don’t check the time during the night, and I barely notice our night feeds, so I can’t be sure of how many times he is feeding. But I’d hazard a guess that it’s every two hours. During the day he varies from two hours to four hours. In two weeks, Sam has only had one freakout about the whole ‘baby in the bed’ thing – he thought he heard him under the duvet (he was in the moses basket). Generally it has not affected Sam’s sleep. It seems that we are all a bit more relaxed this time around.
The saying of the week, coined by Arlo, has been “He’s so baby”.
Arlo’s infatuation with his brother continues. I’ve started to realise that it might be more about attention seeking than anything else. I think it’s his way of dealing with the sudden change in his life. Arlo is very hands on with Rory, squeezing him, squealing in his ear – he doesn’t like to leave him alone for a second. The over-loving has stepped up a notch now that Sam is back at work and there are less distractions at home for Arlo. Poor Rory is not getting much peace, and it can be quite frustrating when I’m trying to get him into a deep sleep.
Arlo has also decided he wants to join in every time Rory has a feed. I am told that this is a phase and if I don’t make a big deal of it, he will go back to his old routine after a short while. Technically, there is no problem with him joining in every time, it’s more a matter of me feeling touched out.
Sam went back to work on day 12. I’ve had the boys on my own for the last few days and so far it’s all been fine (save for a disastrous first outing with the buggy board – I don’t think it’s going to work out). It actually feels very normal to be looking after them both. We have various health visitor, hearing check, and birth registration appointments to keep us occupied in my first week of parenting two children on my own.
Rory is 12 days old in these photos.