Week 17

We have reached the moment we've been waiting for since the day our bundle of love arrived - the big "sleep through the night". Yes people, it has finally happened. Liam slept through the night on Friday from 9pm till 6:30am and last night from 9pm till 7:45am. Both mornings Ian woke up and hurried over to the crib to make sure he was still alive. I rolled over in bed and felt like I'd strapped a couple of bowling balls to my chest - owwwwwweeeeee!!! We've had so much sleep the past 48 hours we're actually tired. Can't win. We've noticed the past week that Liam has been getting uber cranky at 8pm which is his normal bath time and hasn't been enjoying his bath as much so tonight we went for bath time at 7:30pm when he started yawning and put him to bed at 8pm. Aren't we smart. Hopefully his sleep streak will continue and he'll sleep until at least 5:30 or 6:00am, however, knowing the unpredictability of babyhood, I am being very optimistic. Tonight I'm relaxing with a cup of calm tea while I do about the 4th load of laundry - this includes both couch covers - one which Mr. Barfy puked on and the other that Mr. Poopy Pants pooed all over. Thank God for slip covers - I just don't have enough saran wrap to re-upholster.

Mr. Chatty has been saying a lot of oooohhhhs this week - seems to his favourite conversational piece. He loves being on his belly (complete opposite of what he used to be like) and Ian walks around the house with him draped on his arm aeroplane style while he says ooohhhhh at everything. We managed to get him on his Lady Bug spinner for about 5 minutes Friday night - he was fascinated with the crunchy leaves and bee rattle. He's still too small to spin himself so we do the rotating for him. Far cry from when he used to scream everytime he saw the lady bug.

Mr. Drooly is on a roll with the spit. It's insane how much drool comes out of such a tiny mouth. He seems to be mass producing. Ian and I, in addition to being barfed on multiple times a day, are constantly wet with drool patches. The barf is gross but the drool is funny. We tried a bib on him for the first time today and discovered he has a fat neck. Most of our bibs don't fit. Luckily we have 30 of them so we have enough to get by. The bib looked cute and lasted for about 5 minutes before Mr. Barfy yacked all over it, down his shirt and all over Ian's jacket. With the drool comes the gumming - Liam puts everything in his mouth and gums on it, another reason why I think his first set of teeth are working their way through. We have started buying teething toys to keep him happy (some of them go in the fridge to make them cool) although his blanky is still top on his gumming list. Quite frankly I'm happy he loves the blanky so much, I can't exactly refrigerate his teething toys while I'm out of the house. That's all I need - a child that only likes cold teething toys. Forget it.

Thursday we took Liam to get his second set of immunizations - 3 shots this time. He screamed blue bloody murder (due to a set of well developed lungs) but was fine 5 minutes later and playing aeroplane around the clinic with daddy, bandaids stuck all over his chubby legs. I had taken him to the doc for his 4 month check up earlier that day and he now weighs in at a healthy 16 pounds 1.5 ounces. He is also in the 90th percentile for his head (no surprise there) and his height. The doc called him healthy and robust. How about heavy and rotund.

I took another depression test at the clinic after Liam's shots and scored really high (that's bad). Apparently I have Postpartum Depression and will most likely need to go on happy pills next week. I knew I was on a downward spiral but was too embarassed to admit it until I broke down and told Ian how I was feeling and he made me tell the nurse. I will be seeing a councellor and joining a support group of other moms going through the same thing. Plus I have tons of support from family and friends so I will be fine. This mom thing is damn hard - not only are you sleep deprived for months, the housework is endless, you have a little being that demands your attention 24/7 and you are still trying to make time for yourself and your hubby. It's overwhelming and exhausting and is the reason why PPD is so common. I'm not about to throw myself out a window or anything - I'm mostly suffering from anxiety. I'm a worry wart - I worry about everything. Only now my worry is out of control. Thank God for happy drugs and all-inclusive tropical resorts. I need a pina colada REAL BAD.