Oh dear…you know this little blog of mine has been completely neglected when I forget how to log in!! My goal is to be back at it once per week. That should be doable, right? To catch you up here are a boatload of pictures.
There have been a few moments when I have looked back at this blog to compare little Hayes man to his big sister and it has been such a wonderful resource but makes me feel extremely sad that I didn’t keep up with it for Hayes. Better late than never…
Hayes aka Bubba is now 11 months old. Holy guacamole. It is crazy even writing that. We will have a one year old in a month! Hayes has been a very different baby than Vay was. Where Vaya was very laid back and happy, Hayes has been pretty high-strung and very serious. This may be one of the reasons why I haven’t written much. The last 11 months have been pretty challenging and very sleep deprived. When Hayes was very young, I kept wanting for there to be a reason why he seemed so unhappy. I went through everything from teething to tummy issues to body alignment issues. Sure, he grew teeth (a lot of them, he has had 6 for over a month), he has some trouble pooping (tried probiotics) but nothing we did really seemed to make him more content. I have come to the conclusion that this is just the way Hayes is. His personality is intense and serious. He is draining and sleeps like crap. He is cuddly and sweet and I just know that he loves me as much as he needs me. Sometimes I feel that I have spent way too much time over the last 11 months defending my little man. He is just tired, he is teething, he just can’t poop, he must be hungry. Overtime this has evolved to “it is just his personality, he is a bit of a high maintenance little man.” I feel guilty writing any of this. I feel that people will judge me and Hayes. I feel that I am complaining about having a healthy baby boy. There are much worse things than having your baby want you to hold him as he snuggles his sweet head into you.
The one thing about having a “high maintenance/high needs” little guy is that I really feel so needed. At this point in time, I am his person which makes me feel pretty special. Once I finally came to terms with the fact that nothing was wrong with Hayes my life became more relaxed. Instead of trying to fit Hayes into our lives, we have adapted. He needs a bit more loving, a bit more patience.
This was exhausting to write. To try to find the right words is impossible. In summary, Hayes is a whiner. We love him to bits.