Eight weeks

Archie was eight weeks old last Thursday and he'll be two months next Tuesday. The last few weeks have been pretty hard. He is still not much of a sleeper - only a few 20 minute naps during the day and up every three hours at night. Apparently babies his age should sleep up to 16 hours in 24 hours but he only sleeps about 11 at the most! I have been trying to be more vigilant about making sure he sleeps in his cot during the day, but that can mean spending a few hours rocking and patting him while he lays there wide awake and staring at me. He just rarely seems to get tired! He is growing at a great pace and still feeding really well. I am lucky to not have any issues with breastfeeding, except for a few problems with too much milk at the beginning. We are going to try expressing milk and bottle-feeding a bit so Lee can have a turn feeding him overnight and I can get a bit of a break.

Eight weeks of broken sleep and exhaustion is catching up with me. It sound terrible to admit it, but I think the novelty of having a new baby is starting to wear off a bit and there are a lot of times when it is just bloody difficult. I still haven't got a new mums group yet (apparently there is a shortage of mums in my area so the health nurse is waiting until there are a few more to start a new group) and don't really know anyone else with a new baby, so it feels a bit like I am the only person in the world home alone up to my elbows in nappies and tiny grow suits and spew.

He is smiling a lot more, which is gorgeous. He is a real charmer, and just when he is really unsettled and I've tried everything and have had enough, I'll look down and he is grinning up at me with a huge gummy smile! He is such a bloke as well. He burps and farts louder than a fully grown man and stinks! I don't know how such gross smells and sounds come from such a little cute guy!