You are one month old, and its amazing to me how quickly the time is passing. You've already done so much your first month- your first camping trip, your first parade, you're a true adventuress! At one month you are still pretty sleepy, but I've learned to enjoy it and let you pretty much sleep in my arms whenever you want. Nearly all of your time has been with me, so its true that you are a momma's girl. Daddy hasn't taken paternity leave yet (that happens when we head to Portugal) so even he is feeling like he doesn't quite have the skill to calm you down just yet. We, on the other hand, are pretty good together. You are such an easy baby for me and you calm right down when I have you.
At one month we have no routine, and we're all fine with that. You follow along with whomever has you and has cozy arms. You do love to be held, but also do pretty well when we set you down as long as you are asleep. I'll totally admit that as our third baby I have no shame in holding you as much as possible. You're only little once and I'm soaking up every moment. I'm not a parent that easily or willingly hands off my babies- I always have, and probably always will, always want to hold you, just as I do with your brothers.
In this first month you are growing- we joke that your chins are doubling at a rapid rate as you like to eat often. I don't mind terribly though, as I have lots of milk- the freezer will be well stocked by the time I head back to work full time. You've given us some glimpses of what its like to have a full night sleep and we love it. Sometimes you give us four hours in a stretch, which is glorious. When you are sleeping though, I do a really really crappy job of putting you back in the cosleeper. I often let you sleep on my chest. In fact, you are as I type this. You are so cozy and I am such a bad parent for letting you be on your tummy. Sigh. Oh, how the parenting expectations fall with the third child.
Really though, I am still super hyper crazy about SIDs and breathing in general, so when I fall asleep accidentally with you on my chest in our bed, I wake up in a panic and chastise myself that it will NEVER happen again. And then, three nights later, because I am so tired after nursing and burping you, it starts again.
You really are such a blessing, and amazingly, a month into this, your brother's still adore you. I thought the novelty of new baby would wear off and you would become less interesting to them. But that hasn't happened. They still can't get enough of you, and it really warms my heart to see how kind and loving they are with you. In just these 31 days you have changed dramatically-- its a prelude to the rapid pace of this first year. I'm trying hard to enjoy each moment of it, to hang onto the tiny baby phase, but to also gracefully welcome the new interactive stage you are entering.
Speaking of interaction, you smile! You are so happy! I love your little smile because it shows off the one little dimple you have, and just like your brothers, you smile with your eyes- they really light up when you are happy, which makes me happy.
Generally though, things feel (knock on wood) so much easier this time around. It could be that we aren't chasing two babies around, so of course it is easier. But then again, people often say 3 is a game changer. For us, it hasn't been that way just yet. I love that the boys are old enough to mind themselves when I need them to and overall I'm just way less crazy. I am more relaxed, less scheduled, more willing to allow her to be with me out and about and less likely to fret about missing naps in cribs and such. We're doing things a bit differently this time because of this new relaxed vibe and I'm happy to report it working out better for me personally too. I really don't feel like a zombie at all, and that is way more than I can say for how things were with the boys.
And so, we round out this post with a celebration of one month! We're so happy to be right where we are with you and so happy you've joined our family!
all my love
Momma (and Daddy too!)
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