My daughter was a decidedly difficult baby. She came out with a very serious look on her face and it hasn't left her since. She was terribly attached to me, offering nothing but the loudest shrieks when anyone tried to hold her. She would even pull away her tiny 6-month old hand when people would try to grab it.
She's moody as all hell with a mouth to go with it. In fact, yesterday, she replied "I want to sit here, Silly" after I asked her to move away from the stove. My reprimand was met with "I was mad at you mommy because I wanted to sit there."
Did I mention she's not even three yet?
And while she has her happy moments and is extremely sensitive (almost to a fault) to the needs and feelings of others, I'd never characterize her as laidback.
Don't get me wrong. I love every inch of her little being.
Since adding another child to the mix, I've realized even more so than before how incredibly pissy she was -- pissy being a loving and endearing quality, of course. And everyone else has as well. I know it's hard for her when everyone dotes on how jolly and terribly cute her little brother is. But really, I think they're just in shock because my son is the complete opposite. He could care less who is holding him, so long as it's a person. He'll smile at the nastiest old man at the grocery store, or a little child coming up to say hello. He giggles almost daily, mostly by his sister's prompting, and his smile is almost constant.
My husband and I find it quite entertaining, mainly because we had to do a pretty hefty song and dance number to even get half a smile out of my daughter. She'd give you this look like "I've seen better than that" and go on her merry way, building large block towers at 12 months old, drawing complete faces with a tripod grip on her pen at 18 months old, and reminding me that her imaginary friends Kinsa and Rosha are currently at school so they can't come over and play today.
The difference? Other than genetics, dna, and whatever else scientific that you can calculate is that I wear him almost constantly. And considering he's officially 20lbs and 28 inches at a mere 5 months, that's no small feat.
My daughter was a bouncy seat/stroller kind of gal -- mainly because that's all I could figure out with my new mom brain and limited resources. And so I bounced, jiggled, and strolled her to sleep more than I care to remember.
But Drew nurses and naps in the sling. He sleeps next to me every night. I'm not a huge proponent of the Attachment Method of Parenting; I just do it because he sleeps well and eats well, and life is good.
Well except that I'm fucking sick of holding him in the sling and bouncing on a huge exercise ball at least 3 times a day. And the cries from my daughter to "Put that baby down, mama" don't help.
Oh, and that he's GIGANTIC. Massive, really.
So, while I research other options for his daytime sleeping and nursing, I wonder if it's just his personality or if it's because I've worn him and slept next to him for 5 straight months.
I suppose I'll never know.
But damn if the boob sucking and sleeping companionship would have the same effect on my husband.
Now that would be golden.