Liam has been quite fussy the past few days. My little laid back boy started changing on me, and I was really starting to wonder if I had accidentally flipped a switch or something. I mean, how could this sweet, calm, quiet little man suddenly turn into....well....just like Nora was at this age? (Just for the record, Nora was fussy for the first 8 weeks of her life.....inconsolable every day from about 4 pm until 11 pm. It was rough.)
However, I think I may have figured this man out...atleast for today. He's growing! He has been eating every TWO hours all day. Not to mention, at his last feeding, he ate as much as he possibly could from me AND had two ounces of pumped breastmilk in a bottle. He turned 5 weeks on Monday, and if my memory serves me correctly, there is a growth spurt somewhere around 6 weeks, so our little man is definitely in the midst of that! Whew, my body is tired. We'll just leave it at that.
In other news, I have officially begun the postpartum hair loss. You know, the handfulls of hair that come out in the shower and when you are brushing your hair? Yeah, it's not pretty. But, I am getting my hair cut tomorrow (cue the Alleluia chorus), so I'll hopefully be feeling much better about the situation.
Here are a few pictures of my boy captured on Jonathan's cell phone: