Oh. My. Goodness!
I think I finally see some light at the end of the tunnel. What tunnel, you ask? My son’s three month
hell growth spurt.
The fourth day spurt caught me off guard. At the two week mark, I was prepared, but it still exhausted me. The 6 week spurt drove me nuts. I didn’t think it could possibly get any worse. I was wrong. The three month growth spurt, it’s a doozy! I was prepared for nursing more often. I wasn’t prepared for all of the “extras”.
It started out four days ago. Four looooooong and torturous days ago. My son would scream and cry his little heart out as soon as I put him down. At first, I thought he was hurt somewhere. So I would pick him back up and try to see if it hurt him when I touched his back or head. But, lo and behold, he would calm right up as soon as he was back in my arms. Then, I thought he might be sick. I lost count of the number of times I took his temperature during the first two days of his growth spurt. Of course, he didn’t have a fever. So I just had to grind my teeth and bear the shrieking every time I changed his diaper. Because he would scream bloody murder every time. Every. Single. Time.
So I finally figured out that he was only happy when he was in my arms. But only being in my arms didn’t suffice. Oh no! Little Prince Charles had to be held just so whilst I walked around the house. I know he’s still small and all, but walking around with a fifteen pound baby all day (because there was just no way he would tolerate being in his carrier) is tiring to say the least.
If it were just that, it wouldn’t be too bad. But my son would not nap. Urgh, I think that this was the hardest part. I think that in the first three days, he napped about three hours…in total. Of course, napping in his crib was out of the question. Nothing I tried worked. There was just no way I could put him down. As soon as he hit the crib, he would scream out at me. And then, of course, he was too pumped up to be able to fall asleep. I finally was able to get him to fall asleep nursing a couple of times and allowed him to sleep on me.
Today, was better. The day started out shakily enough, but I started to see some light at the end of the tunnel after he went through an hour-long nap – in his crib! Then, everything started going uphill from there: the diaper changes were done with a smiling and cooing baby, we were able to do some tummy time, he played with his piano gym on his own for 20 minutes, didn’t protest when I put him down for another nap…
Right now, life is good. His father just finished giving him his bath and is putting him to sleep. And me, well, I’m FINALLY feeling like a competent mother again.
Happy 3 month birthday Charles. I love ya to death even if you make me go nuts sometimes!