I think Paul and I comment pretty much every day about how lucky we feel that Beck is such a good baby. When he was about a week and a half old, and we were starting to realize that he hardly ever cried, Paul said something like “Whew….I’m so glad he’s not colicky.” I advised him (based on my internet expertise) that colic didn’t usually start until 2 or 3 weeks. He responded with a look of panic. Well, the colic never showed up, and we now sometimes play the “how many collective hours do you think Beck has actually cried in his life” game. It’s not very many hours. (ok, all together now - knock on wood)
I was re-reading some of Brandy’s posts, and was reminded that she lucked out with 2 good babies. She mentions in one that Macy’s calmness is quite possibly attributable to the dark chocolate Brandy ate during her pregnancy. That bit of wisdom was passed on to me, and while I didn’t eat it every day, I certainly had more than my fair share of dark chocolate when I was pregnant. I also treated myself to prenatal massages (and pedicures once I couldn’t reach my feet anymore), and did prenatal yoga twice a week. I had a sense that, the more relaxed I was, the better it would be for the baby. I am SO glad that I treated myself well for those few months, because now, well…I’m lucky if I get a quick stretch while I’m in the shower, and even luckier if I can convince Paul to rub my shoulders for a few minutes in the evening. And my toes? Um, not so pretty right now. But I do have a sweet, calm, adorable little boy.
I was re-reading some of Brandy’s posts, and was reminded that she lucked out with 2 good babies. She mentions in one that Macy’s calmness is quite possibly attributable to the dark chocolate Brandy ate during her pregnancy. That bit of wisdom was passed on to me, and while I didn’t eat it every day, I certainly had more than my fair share of dark chocolate when I was pregnant. I also treated myself to prenatal massages (and pedicures once I couldn’t reach my feet anymore), and did prenatal yoga twice a week. I had a sense that, the more relaxed I was, the better it would be for the baby. I am SO glad that I treated myself well for those few months, because now, well…I’m lucky if I get a quick stretch while I’m in the shower, and even luckier if I can convince Paul to rub my shoulders for a few minutes in the evening. And my toes? Um, not so pretty right now. But I do have a sweet, calm, adorable little boy.
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