6 Weeks

The magic 6 weeks. When everything is supposed to be better and easier and I'm supposed to officially be healed enough to start doing things again. Honestly I felt fine before but I guess waiting just to be sure didn't hurt anything. Are things easier? Yes. I've gotten the hang of things a bit. The baby has a somewhat sort of kind of schedule going on although he doesn't always stick to it. Some nights are good and I will get sleep with him only waking me twice to eat and then going right back to sleep again and other nights...like last night...are horrible with him crying and crying all night long and me not getting much of any kind of sleep at all. I don't function well on little or no sleep.

It's nice that he sometimes makes sounds other than crying when he's awake. When he's awake and not upset about something he'll coo or go ha ha ha and sometimes he'll smile at us although I think right now that's probably more him experimenting with his mouth muscles than a true emotional smile.