Dallin Newsletter #2 October 9, 2008
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Family, Little Man Dallin, My Handsome Husband, Princess Hannah , 4commentsDear Dallin,
You are now three months old. You weigh around 16 pounds, maybe a little more. We’ll find out your exact weight next month at the doctor. Why do I mention this? Because your dad and I WEAR you all day, and our backs are starting to feel it. Please note the word WEAR is not the same as the word HOLD. Most babies are held, but you much prefer to be worn. How do we know this? Because you stop crying almost instantly when we put you in the Sungli to be worn. The lingo around the house has changed a bit. We no longer ask, “Do you want me to hold Dallin now?” We say, “Would you like me to wear him?” You are the latest accessory our household. Here’s the thing, we’re just trying to figure you out. You have a very secret and complex pass code to your happiness and we (as in your parents) weren’t given the code. We’re working on trying to decode you, but so far, we’ve only had a little luck.
I mentioned you loved to be worn. Here’s the proof:
Grandpa Dennis and Dallin
Daddy and Dallin
Grandma Venetta and Dallin
When you fall into a deep sleep, we gently remove you from our person and lay you down. Then we both hold our breath and whisper, and say silent prayers that you will stay asleep for at least 30 minutes. That’s all we ask for, 30 minutes of sleeping by yourself.
Hannah loves you very much. She is very aware of your moods, and she has categorized them into three categories: Dallin crying, Dallin eyes open, and Dallin sleeping. You really are that simple right now. I just wish the category of “Dallin crying” had an owners manual.
You sure are a handsome little guy, and we love to see you smile. More than you’ll ever know.
You HATE, I repeat, HATE your car seat. I’m going to go out on a limb and say you are probably one of the only babies in the world that HATES riding in a car seat. At first, we thought maybe you just didn’t like your car seat, so we swapped it out and put you in Hannah’s pink infant seat (hey, I would let you ride in a pink car seat if it solved your screaming in the car problem) but you hated it just as much. Your dad and I are pretty sure you could cry for 10 hours straight riding in the car. You would never tire, and you most certainly would never end up asleep. We know you can scream at the top of your lungs for three hours, and I really, really wish we didn’t know this.
You are having more and more happy awake time, and we are working really hard to help you be happier. I know there is something going on in that little body of yours and you just can’t tell us. Just know that we are trying lots of different things; we read everything we can about colicky babies, we have taken you to the pediatrician several times, and we take the advice/suggestions from other parents who have been in our situation. Next up? We’re taking you to a chiropractor.
So far, I can decipher your cries. The only cry I cannot help is when you’re in pain. I wish I knew where you hurt, and what causes you discomfort.
We’re positive your going to be super smart. We literally have to put this eye mask on you to help you shut out the world. You are very sensitive to the world around you, and very often get overstimulated. We have high hopes you’ll turn a corner during your fourth month.
We love you, and know there is a happy little guy just dying to break out. We look forward to seeing more of that little fella.
Love,
Mommy
