Monumental. Seriously. I feel like a new person.
My mom still tells stories about what a great baby I was. Three hour naps. No crying. Content. Smiley.
I remember when I was pregnant with Riley thinking, “Hey, I should get a good, happy baby. Karma, right?” Wrong. Riley can be described as a difficult baby. He wasn’t colicky or Exorcist-like, but still. He was difficult. He didn’t sleep from age 6 months to 11 months. Seriously. Didn’t sleep at all. And now that I think about it, he didn’t sleep much when he was a newborn, either. I remember freaking out one day and calling the doctor because my weeks-old baby did not take a nap until FOUR O’CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON. I remember saying, “I thought babies slept a lot! WTF?”
But (and I say this while knocking on all the wood in the world) I think I may have my easy baby. I know she’s not even 3 weeks old yet. But I can already tell there’s a noticeable difference between her and Riley. Yes, she cries when she wants to be held and the hours from 7-9 p.m. every night are her crabby times and she likes to cry during these times. But I remember when Riley was 3 weeks old and crying inconsolably all the time, thinking OH GOD, HE HAS COLIC! (He didn’t. He just wasn’t gaining enough weight and we had to start supplementing with formula).
But Charlotte eats like a champ. In fact, sometimes she can’t even last 2 hours without eating, the poor hungry girl. But get this. Even in the middle of the night, she doesn’t even cry! For real! She’ll squak enough just to wake me up and that’s it. It’s as if she’s politely saying, “Excuse me, Mommy. I know you’re tired, but if you wouldn’t mind, I’d just like to eat a little bit. I’m a smidge hungry.” Happily, I oblige. Especially when I’ve just been asleep for FOUR FREAKING HOURS STRAIGHT.
Three cheers for this little girl!