So I said in the post earlier this week that it didn’t seem like two months since I had last updated this blog, but I’ve been so busy the past couple of months I haven’t had a chance to sit down and write. Now that Carrie and Brooklyn are in Michigan on vacation while I had to stay home for work, I’ve had all the time in the world to get you caught up on the latest happenings.
I’m sure you know by now, but at the end of May, we moved to the suburbs of Chicago. We were wondering how much we would miss New York, and as the early results trickle in, we’ve found that we don’t really miss it at all. In a sense, our last year in Manhattan acted as a buffer to our exodus, since Washington Heights wasn’t exactly the city we loved for our first few years there.
Since then, we’ve done pretty much everything. We went to my grandma Bush’s 85th birthday party and the annual Potts 4th of July reunion in Ohio, vacation with my family in Edisto Island, SC, back to Ohio to throw a surprise 30th anniversary party for my parents, and now vacation in Michigan (I was there for the weekend, but couldn’t stay the week because of work). Oh, and sandwiched in between all that, I’ve traveled to Charlotte, Denver, New Orleans, Pittsburgh, and Baltimore for work.
In the past two months, Brooklyn has become even more beautiful and continues to show more and more personality. She still won’t take a bottle or a pacifier, but I did get her to eat rice cereal once. Other than that one time, she rejects it. And by that I mean spits it out so it gets all over her face and stuck in her neck rolls.
On vacation in Edisto, we took her to the pool and the beach, and to our surprise, she had absolutely no reaction at all. No laughing, no screaming, nothing. She was just content to be held in the water and even almost fell asleep in our arms. If only she was that chill when we’re trying to put her to sleep.
She had an ear infection when we got back from vacation, so that messed with her sleep schedule a little bit and now the pediatrician thinks she might be a little bit colicky. I think we were lucky the first few months that she was able to sleep through the night pretty well, but lately she’s been waking up once or twice in the middle of the night.
Like I’ve said before, it’s hard for me to complain because Carrie’s the one that has to endure the most of it. Since Brooklyn still won’t take a bottle, Carrie has to be up with her every time. Because of her GERD, we have to keep her upright for 20 minutes after each feeding, so it’s not as easy as just feeding her and putting her back to sleep. I’m trying to help out as much as possible by getting up for the 5a.m. feeding so Carrie can go back to sleep while I hold Brooklyn up and then put her back down. I really can’t adequately describe how much respect and admiration for her mothering of Brooklyn. I know she’s always exhausted and sometimes frustrated, but watching her raise Brooklyn and take such great care of her is just amazing.
They get home tomorrow, so I can’t wait to spend the weekend with them before more work travel starts up again.