“When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they're finished, I climb out.” -Erma Bombeck

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

My name is Trent

My name is Trenton but my parents call me Trent. In the beginning I fooled my Mommy and Daddy...I slept all the time. When I was 9 days old I woke up to the world and my tummy started hurting me. I would throw up all the time. My silly mommy didn't know she had enough milk to feed all of southern California and was giving me half of it, so the throwing up got better when she found that out and started feeding me on one booby at a time and only for a few minutes. I have to take really gross medicine so my throat doesn't burn. I used to cry all the time. I would be up all night long screaming. I don't think I knew what I needed. I would grunt and cry all night. My mom starting sleeping with me over her shoulder in the recliner all night long and that helped. During the day time I would cry most of the day and could only sleep rocking in a swing. I love being swaddle still, but am almost getting too big for it. Well around 4 weeks old things got a bit better...5 even better. I still kinda hate the carseat and car rides, I like my bath now. I am going to be 8 weeks on Saturday and I just started sleeping in my bassinet with little difficulty at night. I still struggle during the day though, and throw up alot still too. I really do love being held but for some reason my mommy and daddy keep trying to put me down...something about not getting used to only being held to sleep.

I am really big...I weigh over 12 pounds. My sister can't get enough of me. She kisses me, wipes the spit up off my face, pats my back and worries about me. Sometimes she hugs me too hard. Every time I hear her playing I wake up if I am sleeping.

I eat every 2 hours during the day and at night every 2 to 3. A few times I have gone more than three times but not if I can help it! My mom keeps talking about around 3 months she will start stretching me out...whatever that means...and she said she's not afraid to let me cry it out a bit. Uh Oh...

My Dad and Mom love me a lot...especially when I smile at them. I have lots of people who love me, most of all Jesus. He has helped our family so much in this precious but difficult time for all of us!