They always say that second (or third or…) kids don’t get the attention that firstborns do. Judging by my blog, poor Felix is a neglected little dude. Not really, but you know what I mean. With Stella, I think I babbled about every little barf or burp. Felix is just kind of there. He’s easy. He’s easier than Stella was. Either that or my nerves/psyche is now all scar tissue and I no longer feel the pain as much as I used to.
Folks also love to say that every kid is different. That seems obvious, particularly when Stella is a girl and Felix is a boy. The Apparatus did take some getting used to. The Apparatus used to hose me during changes an awful lot. I did write about that. Any parent of a boy-child will agree that hosing is something that occurs and must be endured. It’s a rite of passage, a baptism. I still get sometimes mystified by the Apparatus. Usually the mystery has something to do with cleaning. It gets so oddly dirty. I guess it’s all the teeny tiny nooks and crannies. And how hard can you scrub? I don’t have an Apparatus myself so I don’t know the threshold for pressure and discomfort.
Either in addition to or as an extension of the Apparatus, Felix is my wet child. He regularly soaks me at night. I guess it’s the directional force of the Apparatus in a diaper all night. I’m going to confess something that will make me sound horribly gross or like a bad mother: I almost don’t care anymore. My motto is “it’s only baby pee.” I think it’s really a function of fatigue and the time the wetting occurs, which is usually about 3:00-4:00 AM. At that point, I know we’ll all be up soon and I don’t feel like a double costume change which will wake everyone up while I root around for a new onesie for him and PJ bottoms and nursing tank for me. I will concede that by the time I’m able to get dressed myself, I am quite anxious to rid myself of the pee smell.
There is also a huge amount of drool. Stella never drooled this much. I don’t see how my son doesn’t dehydrate, frankly. He chews on stuffed toys, shirts, and blankets until they are all sodden. It’s nasty. Like a retriever’s gross tennis ball.
Despite the moisture, he’s still a sweet little guy. He fell asleep the other day while I was holding him and I caught sight of us in the mirror. I was struck with how big he’s gotten, particularly since I keep a copy of a picture of us on top of our TV. Comparing Felix at 6 weeks to Felix at almost 6 months makes my jaw drop.
It chokes me up, that this is IT. That his baby-ness is flying by and that there will be no more baby-ness. He’s damn near crawling, y’all. It’s too soon. He’s not even 6 months old officially yet. I seriously think he’ll be crawling by the end of the week.
Friday night he had his first “solid” meal. I got choked up about that, too. With Stella there was such fanfare and both Will and I were involved. Not quite so with Felix. Will was at work. I did ask if he wanted me to wait until Saturday so he could participate and got a “nah.” I guess it’s a mommy thing. While not as exciting as the crawling or walking (no doubt soon as well), the first feeding is a big deal to me.
Man, time flies.