It seems that Porter decided to fit the mold of a Castleberry baby.
Read: Not Easy.
Porter is the perfect mix of his big sister and big brother. The perfect mix of their "challenging" baby qualities.
Ella Beth had horrible, explosive GERD. Porter has horrible, explosive GERD. And unfortunately it's worse.
Ella Beth had colic for 13 weeks. I don't know if Porter has colic, but he cries
a lot. It just started recently, so it's hard to know.
Landon had to be swaddled every time he went to sleep. Porter absolutely must be swaddled. His little arms just never quit moving unless they are pinned down to his sides.
Thank goodness for the miracle blanket.
Ella Beth was never a self-entertaining baby. She always needed an audience. Porter will cry if he thinks anyone has walked away from him. He can even tell when my voice moves a farther distance across the room, and his screams give way.
Landon always wanted to be toted around. As soon as Porter is big enough, he will be riding around in the baby carrier. He hates to be put down, but I am so looking forward to having my hands free.
(Especially now that Porter is on a heart monitor and I have to tote that thing around every where we go, too.)
Ella Beth had a hard time "lasting" between feedings. Porter is the same way. Unfortunately, it all stems from GERD because of the quantity that they spit up. The amount of milk that shoots out is staggering. However, it's hard to create any type of schedule. I can feed Porter at 7:30 a.m., but if he has a huge explosion he will be hungry just an hour later. Since this scenario happens multiple times a day, getting on a schedule is nearly impossible.
However, as difficult as many days seem to be lately, it's not all difficult.
There are smiles and coos.
Porter typically takes decent naps.
He is very adaptable to being out and about.
He will take a paci.
He loves his bath each night.
(Yes, he gets a bath every night. I know it's not typical for little babies, but after his daily, multiple explosions the little fella stinks.)
He is super cute, and very sweet when he's not crying.
He has blue, blue eyes that are easy to get lost in.
And I know that he is a gift. Not a day goes by that I don't remember the pain it took to get him here.
A song comes to mind often these days. A very simple song of promise and hope.
He's got the whole world in His hands.
He's got the whole world in His hands.
He's got the whole world in His hands.
He's got the whole world in His hands.
He's got the little tiny baby in His hands.
He's got the little tiny baby in His hands.
He's got the little tiny baby in His hands.
He's got the whole world in His hands.
Though these times are tough, though I fail to give everyone the attention they want and need every time they want and need it, and though I think I may not make it through each day when I'm going through it - I am thankful. I truly am.
It is through my children that God has taught me the most about myself and His unconditional love. He brings forth my own weaknesses daily that I may further rely on Him for strength. He fills my heart until its seams almost burst with love for my children in order for me to understand how much He loves me. And I am so thankful that He's got the whole world in His hands.