After the first week I looked at my husband and asked him how many years he felt older from the beginning of the week. Now things are definitely more manageable and a pattern is starting to set in and I don't feel quite as old as I did 7 weeks ago.
We have finally gotten away from eating 24/7 and now I can actually get him to take a break from feeding, but he still likes to cluster feed for a few hours a couple times a day. And he's spitting up less! OH HAPPY DAY!
And the sleeping is much better. I'm getting nearly 6 hours a night and I can function somewhat decently on that. And he's gotten much better about sleeping when I put him down. He was decent at this at night, but I can finally put him in his bouncy seat during the day now too. I love holding and cuddling him, but there is a point when I really need to put him down and have him keep sleeping so that I can do things like shower and eat and such.
He's growing like a weed. I'm really proud of my robust and healthy boy, but he's just growing so quickly! At 4 weeks he was wearing 6 month clothes and I washed up the 9 month clothes I have this week because a lot of the 6 month stuff isn't working anymore. I have so many cute things he's never worn.
Something is still new everyday, but I get sad and miss some of the things he doesn't do anymore. He used to make this cute little face where it looked like he was saying "Oh," and I haven't seen it in a while and never got a picture of it. It was my favorite. But he's smiling more and those are wonderful too. And he likes to touch things and feel them while he's nursing now and it's just adorable (like the fabric of my shirt or the underside of my breast).
He fell asleep on the changing table. Oh to sleep like a baby. And that shirt, the first and last time he will wear it... I think it's too small already.
Ok, I know, visual TMI, but he's just so sweet. See his little hand and his chubby little wrist? This was worth the bleeding nipples.
And he loves bath time... he just doesn't like after bath time when he's cold and wet and has to get dressed. Neither do I.