Aria is now a little over two weeks old, and despite our sleep deprivation, we've been so thankful for how healthy and normal she is. As we mentioned before, Dane has been very sweet with her, but we're starting to see the strain on him coming out throughout the day. He's pretty much started to refuse eating entirely, not even liking his typical favorites: cheese, avocado, goldfish, strawberries. He's also started to have some problems sleeping at night, which is hard since he was so consistent for the last few months. He screams through tooth-brushing, taking his Zantac and putting on pajamas. He refuses to drink his milk at night, squirming down and running over to the crib, intent on waking up the baby. It kills us that we know what's wrong and can't really do anything to make it better immediately.We know that it will even out eventually, but it just needs time.
I've also felt guilty about the lack of time I've had with him lately, so have tried to take time to do things with just him the last couple days. He's so much fun! Everywhere we go, he makes friends, blowing kisses and bringing anyone in range into whatever he's doing. We're so proud of how much he's learning, new words, how to ask for what he wants, even concepts like how to be quiet when the baby's asleep. We love his easy smile and crazy giggle when we do the most inane things. It's amazing how drawn to other people he is. We couldn't have asked for a more perfect little guy and we want him to know how special he is despite all the change in our life recently. We all went outside around dusk last night so Mark could finish up a bit of yard work. Dane and I watched him and Dane ran up and down the sidewalk, laughing and turning every couple minutes to make sure we were still there. In the coolness of a fall night, we got to have a perfect moment of joy at what God's given us, a reminder that we will get through this rough patch. I thank God for those reminders as I fight to have hope that it will get easier.
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