Oh Henry

We are still alive, I promise. While there has been plenty going on in the Boschen household, not a lot of time to blog. Last night however, is noteworthy. So, as my cantankerous son sleeps on the couch cushion beside me (due to me feeling terrible for my sleep deprived husband), I shall blog.

Henry is a dreamy babe. His personality is starting to come out and we giggle at him often. He farts and burps like a man, is a crazy mover, and ornery to high heaven.  We wouldn't have it any other way.

Chris and I decided to follow the babywise method with Henry due to seeing its success with our niece, nephew, and my sister's friend's three children. Granted we know the first month is dicey, you have to feed the child and your "schedule" might look different daily, over all it has been great with the exception of night time :)

Henry's nights are for the most part normal for this stage. He still wakes up every three hours as a general rule and we have decided that is fine until he is a month. Last night was one of his shining moments though. One of those nights you really have to laugh about because really?  What else can you do?!

We have our bed time routine at eight, consisting of Good Night Moon, prayers, jammies, and a few cuddles.  After that we put him down.  I wake him at eleven for one last feeding for the night and then let him go.  Last night was one for the books!

He began to whimper at 12:30.  I rolled over to Chris, frustrated and exasperated, not real sure what to do.  We let him cry for 30 minutes (it wasn't a full on cry the whole time, he would calm down and then start back up again) and then Chris thought it might be best to go ahead and feed him.  Perhaps it would give us a long stretch and maybe he just wasn't quite full after eating at 11.  I rolled out of bed and fed Henry who ate really, really well. 

I lifted the sweet, sleepy boy up to burp him and...  throw up, all over me.  I remained calm, luckily the mess was on me, not him.  He was pretty calm about the whole matter so I made sure I wasn't dripping and proceeded to change him.  He is a gassy guy, as I mentioned, so he was tooting a little while I was changing him.  He didn't seem quite complete with his "movement", so I kept the diaper under him.  Because really, who wants to put a fresh diaper on a child who you know if going to defile it in no time.  He gave a little grunt and poof, poop flew all over me, the couch, the floor, and the iPad.  This I could not handle on my own so I sheepishly hollered for Chris to come out and help.  Fortunately, he heard me (there have been events in the past where he was out cold).  After a good 15 minute clean up process, Henry was down in his bed and I was cleaning myself off as best as I could in the bathroom. 

The rest of the night was of course, not the greatest.  But, Chris and I laughed hysterically at two in the morning about an event in parenthood that will always be remembered.

I write this post to be a tad transparent and to possibly provide a little laugh at our expense.  This parenthood business is no joke!  I originally had this mind set to "fake it until you make it" and not let anyone know the struggles we have.  While I do not intend to sit and complain about things and probably will not have many posts like this, I felt like I had to share.  I am in a group that meets on Monday mornings consisting of all moms which I love.  Yesterday my sweet friend Rachel shared that in today's society, we are allowed little windows into each others' lives.  Instagram, facebook, blogging, etc.  It is easy to share the good moments and leave out the not so grand.  Here is me giving a glimpse into the not so grand.  I have poop between my toes that didn't get cleaned last night, throw up caked in my hair, and three monster zits on my chin where I perhaps get a zit once every six months. 

But, I wouldn't trade it for a million bucks or more.  This season of life is priceless.  All of the rough edges you aren't aware that you have (or refuse to work on) are put out there and you become completely humbled.  I am a structured, control freak but I can't be with him.  Yeah, yeah, we have a schedule, but that isn't because of my controlling ways, the reasons for us having a schedule is another post in itself.  I am prideful and tend to compare myself to others, but I cannot with Henry because Henry is Henry and our family is our family.  I am impatient, but can't be as a mom because things happen when and as they should.  I get overwhelmed, but have to remain calm now and buck up because I've got this little guy relying on me.

So, this is my "being a mom is hard" post.  But, by golly it is SO WORTH IT!!!!!  We have a healthy, sweet little boy.  He melts our hearts and is so fun.  He changes each day and so I am forced to enjoy every little moment and just slow down. 

Henry, you are quite the character and we love you so much.  Can't wait to see how you will continue to change our lives.