I think I am a nomad

I might be a difficult pooper but I am quite an easy sleeper. I sleep anywhere, under any condition, with noise, no noise  or white noise. I sleep swaddled or not, prefer not but i often startle myself and scratch my face when my hands are not wrapped up. At around 1 month old, I already hate that swaddling thing. Keeping my arms so restricted. I prefer having a gentle tuck around me rather the tight swaddling. I slept much better in a bassinet than a flat crib.

I don't even know how many room i slept in during the first month. There were also many faces, not visitor but these are people i see everyday. There were mommy and daddy, then grandma and great grandma and great grandpa. Such a houseful. I am very happy to be surrounded by family. I was well taken care off, getting lots of attention and entertainment from everyone. Always keep my mind curious with so much activities and people. 

Within my first month, there were really hot nights, and really cold nights, humid nights and very dry nights. Temperature can't be controlled since thermostat is in the master room. Roof was leaking for over a year without being repaired until now. I know daddy was suffering from a prolong joint swelling and muscle ache. Compound on top of that with disrupted sleeps. At the same time of taking care for me, he tried so seek cure of this usual streak of swelling. After getting a portable AC, it was new and smell plastic. Then come the dehumidifier. Together the room temperature was now regulated. The roof was repaired and the humidity is under controlled. But his pain and swelling continue for over 6 weeks. He tried to exercise, medication, soaking in salt. None seem to help.

I wonder why the decide to move. Lacking of control in many situations, litter of issues and overdue repairs, tons of clean up to make space for my arrival. Hide sight always 20/20. Furthermore, living under someone else's system is harder than you think. Living even with your own parents is difficult for most people.  It is much easier to be the boss of your own space and do what as you please. Unwritten rules have to be followed, hard to get other to make adjustments to accommodate my arrival. They are used to how it is for years. My parents have to confront and deal with all those fictions.

My nomadic journey begin when my dad test for positive molding in the house. Frantically, he performed some damage controlled; bleaching all the molding spot. In two days, gotten me and my mom to move to his parents home. Then we all ended staying over for almost 2 weeks. With me almost 2 months. My dad manage to over see the remodeling of the bathroom, removal of moldy ceiling from the roof leak. Then clean the entire house again for my home coming. I am glad he stayed sane through the whole process. At least I was cooperating the entire time and give him no hard time at all.  

After all that struggles, peace come at last. We have figure out a system to regulate our room. Mommy pushed back and stand firm on many particular areas. Other learn to adjust a bit now that I have been around. Things re-balanced and reached an equilibrium. I suppose that was a nice thing all four generations stayed together. At least for me I am better expose to the realistic world then the typical family of three. I continue to travel between the two grand parents' house. Staying over a few days here and there. Expose to two different environments. I think it helps me to be a better learner and be more curious. With so much going on I am always excited to pay attention.