The first one and a half year with NOLEN

Our newborn baby has grown into a running toddler by now. Unbelievable how fast time flies. Nobody minds - at this stage. Mostly the 70-year-old fatherly grandfather (henceforward grandpa). He is keen to spend as much time with him as possible. 

Although, the stories to tell is not less than with Dominik, the time dedicated to such things is much less. (Decreasing tendency with blog writing year by year...) If I started from the very beginning, I would start with the recovery and galactopoiesis that all were much slower. And then I would tell  that nursing went almost down into the tomb but I was very commited with breast-feeding and fighted for it, hand in hand with Nolen. Fighted for breast-feeding and fighted against husband and his parents as well at the same time.

They all did not trust me and really forget that I already had a child and was over a three-and-half-year(!) nursing period. Poetical question: what else was needed? Acts and facts - I had all. I would also speak about the tears. Tears that often came up. First when I hold my second son in my arms, sitting in the same chair, in the same nursing position.

But I did not want to start from the very beginning. I just want to write about Nolen and my feelings. Normally, mothers tend to make comparisons between their children (how things went then with the first one, how many theeth were at the age of x, etc.). So it is OK to make ourselves aware of that each person is individual. So no comparison, two different children. But my principles remained the same. Did they? 

I feel that as a mother of two, I became "pro" in the theme of bringing up children - definately with much less worrying and much more cool. Unfortunately, my husband is not as cool as he should be as a newly parent, so my cool hardly can be validated. On the other side, fortunately, my dearest Elizabeth was thinking about the grandparents on father's side who could be happy to have baby Nolen as the very first grandchildren. So yes, I can confirm that they treat him so.

Nolen seemed to be full of energy even while he was in my belly. Powerful movements were experienced from an early period of the pregnancy. He is a fidgeting hopper and also a patient boy always when needed. Smart, observant, full of energy and feelings, little mischief. I could praise him to the sky but rather not. 
On one hand, I try not to be prejudiced, and on the other hand, his father and grandparents can't stop praise him not to the sky but to the outer space. I feel that my task is just to keep this in check to avoid personality distortion or falsh self image if any arisen. I recognize what is OK and what is not, by experience. This not means that I am the "bogeyman" in the family. 

I am the healthy mind. And this is well enough here. I love him. He is a special little man, really special. He did not ask for life but we did give him life. And this little man has a great mission on Earth. (In his grandpa's opinion, seeing his hands, he inspired to be an artist.) We all unspeakably love him and he gives endless love day by day to everyone in the family.