Lark is now 7 weeks old and has been such a happy baby…until this last week.
She’s hit an extremely fussy stage where she wants to nurse ALL THE HOURS of ALL THE DAYS! My happy baby has taken a vacation, I guess. We get about 10-15 minutes of bliss after she finishes nursing before the fussing begins again. She can be entertained a bit for awhile by sitting her upright, or walking around and letting her look at things. She’s not content to just lay down or lie on her playmat right now. She likes tv, which is no surprise considering her parents are tv junkies. And while I hate getting her hooked to a television already, sometimes it’s the only way to get a spare minute to say, I don’t know, pee!!
She’s very clingy and tends to know when we walk away, which, on one hand, feels nice because I know I’m needed and a comfort to her, but then I’m all like, “I should probably eat something today.” It’s been a strap-her-in-a-carrier kind of week so I can have two hands to get some things done.
When she’s happy, she’s VERY happy (and hilarious!), but she starts to fuss and reaches a point where she’s inconsolable and all I can do at that point is nurse her back to happiness. She’s also started refusing her pacifier, which I normally wouldn’t mind, except that it’s a tool that can keep our sanity intact for a minute…she also likes to fight sleep during the day with every ounce of her tiny might. So you can imagine her level of madness when she’s also overtired.
I’ve let her “cry it out” a couple of times this week, since it’s often the only way I can walk away. But it’s heartbreaking and not something I like to do. I’ve been reading up on growth spurts and what some people call “wonder weeks,” knowing it’s likely the culprit.
I guess we really can’t complain TOO much, since she is still sleeping mostly through the night, only waking once between 4 and 6 to eat, then going back to sleep. And her “bad” times aren’t near as bad as some.
We’re just pushing through, babywearing, nursing on demand and snuggling when she needs it, knowing that this too, shall pass.
Oh and we finally gave in and bought a swing. My mom kept telling me we needed one and I kept saying we didn’t need more baby shiz…but here I sit, with baby in swing (and a pacifier for the moment!)…she’s not a huge fan of swinging, but we’re giving it our best effort…
Love her more than life…so we’re all coping as best we can, one day at a time!