I feel that we are lucky.  Really lucky.  So lucky that maybe I should just keep my fool mouth shut.  But I won't... what point is having a blog if you don't open your fool mouth frequently enough for people to come over and say, "Hey, that guy needs to shut his fool mouth up."

We're at 5 weeks now.  It's been an amazing 5 weeks.  We're starting to get some sleep and maybe, just maybe see something slightly resembling a routine start to emerge... I know that's a lie, but for now I am clinging to it desperately.  The 6 week mark brings a few things in babyland: 

1. Increased feeding due to impending growth spurt
2. The possible beginning of the "Purple Crying" phase

I think we're pretty good at dealing with the increased feeding thing.  We went through the burst at 2 weeks and now Rockhopper Mom's breasts are used to a tiny little human sucking on them.  Sure they get sore, but it's not nearly as bad as the first few weeks.... or so says RHM.  How should I know really, no one is sucking on my nipples for nourishment or any other reason for that matter.... Hrmmm.  Nevermind.

We're starting to get a evening cry now.  Sometime between 7 and 10, Rockhopper Baby starts the wailing.  I must say that my ninja baby comforting skills have been put to the test.  I mean, I don't want to brag, but I'm pretty good at getting her to calm down and be comforted.  But this is different.  It's post feeding, post diaper change crying.  

It's the "I'm freaking terrified but I don't know why because I'm only 5 weeks old you idiot and wouldn't you be terrified too if you were only 5 weeks old, couldn't talk, write, communicate in an advanced fashion, feed yourself, not crap your pants, and holy cow what is that stuff coming out of me anyway, that stuff smells really bad" crying.  It's loud, heartbreaking, persistent, piercing, slightly amusing at times but ultimately tiring.

And yet, it doesn't seem too bad right now.  People talk about babies that cry for hours and hours for no reason.  Nothing is wrong with the babies mind you... they just wail.

I know it's too early to tell, but maybe this won't be too bad for us.

I'm definitely still working on my daddy comforting ninja skills while at work.  Now if I can just get my co-workers to not freak out when I try to cradle them in my arms and call them my little jelly bean.  Yeah... HR doesn't like that.  

Stay tuned for next week's post where I talk about how I'm at the end of my rope with hours and hours of inconsolable crying.