It took me until now to start panicking. SERIOUSLY, WHERE DID THE LAST THREE MONTHS GO? I can't really explain or make sense of the fact that it seemed to crawl and fly by all at the same time. These babies, they play tricks on me...they are messing with my mind. One day I woke up and instead of wishing he was like 3 and she was like 4 so that we could have some peace and quiet once in a while, I started willing time to just please slow down. My baby, the one that was JUST born, is three months old. He smiles and coos and spends time playing on the floor by himself. Knowing that he is mostly likely my last shot at this whole infant thing makes it so incredibly bitter sweet. I'm already wondering why I haven't spent less time doing laundry and washing the dishes and more time snuggling and holding and kissing his soft little bald head.
This week has been hard knowing that these last days are probably some of the only days that I'll spend alone with Cameron. When she's sleeping and I'm rocking him to sleep, the tears stream down my face knowing that the time I spend with him is only a couple of days away from completely changing. The weekends will be spent as a family of four and my two days a week where I spend with just my little baby are over. I miss him already.
His whole face lights up and he laughs at just about everything. All I have to do is look at him or touch his ticklish little neck and he giggles and coos and carries on. He cries when someone besides me is holding him and he calms instantly the minute I touch him. He does a good job of making sure that I am constantly reminded that all of the hard work I do to make sure he has everything he needs to thrive is worth it. So incredibly worth it.
He had a double ear infection this month and you'd never really know it because Cameron really isn't a screamer. He really doesn't cry much at all. He was having a hard time sleeping and had a stuffed up nose and was running a very low grade fever when I had Renee in for her 18 month appointment so I had them take a look at him, you know, JUST IN CASE. He never bitched about the ear infection but the diarrhea that came with the antibiotic was NOT pretty. The kid really gets worked up about farting and pooping.
He has gotten better and better at nursing or maybe I have gotten better and better at not letting him chomp and I am happy to say that the nipples haven't bled since a week ago. With the bleeding stopping his belly has gotten at least a bit less volatile. And with the fixes to his belly issues have come sweet, sweet sleep for me. If the poop is normal and he's been farting regularily, he sleeps. For eight or nine hour stretches fairly consistently. When he wakes usually around 4AM he eats contently and goes back to sleep for four more hours. He's lucky he figured it out because now he is allowed to live. His mommy sort of sucks at being a mommy when she isn't sleeping. I hope he remembers that when he's seventeen and he thinks he can come home one minute past curfew. I will make him pay for taking away my sleep. He still doesn't really understand the concept of napping for more than 30 minutes at a time unless I'm holding him but whatever. He can't be perfect ALL the time.
He spends a lot of time inspecting his hands and his feet and when he's lost in thought staring at them I always tell him 'Yes, they're perfect, Cameron, I already checked. Everything about you is perfect.'
He can hold his head up for the most part and he doesn't really love tummy time any more than she did. Although he is much less dramatic about not liking it. While she screamed her bloody head off, he grunts and whines and moans until I flip him over. He has managed to roll from his belly to his back a few times but I think it was more luck than anything.
He weighed in at 12 pounds 11 ounces the last time we were at the doctor and is 23 inches long. 50th percentile across the board. I told you he was perfect.
This month has reminded me why there were days when Renee was little when I thought having ten babies sounded like a good idea. When the kids are healthy and things are running smoothly around here, the high is higher than any high I have ever had in my life. I'm just thankful that the lows are much easier to forget. I know I'll look back on these days as perfect and incredible and just like the story tale said having children would be. And I'll thank my lucky stars every day for the rest of my life that he picked us as his parents and that he has forgiven me for floundering around for those first couple of months trying to remember how to take care of an infant. Because now that I remember...I never want these days to end.
He is just so adorable with that bald head! It looks like he's concentrating so much in some pictures and the happiest baby in the world in all of the photos. And those baby blue eyes, WOW! He's just handsome.
Posted by: Davina | February 13, 2009 at 11:29 AM
I wish I had something profound or witty to say about the early years of motherhood and the like, but all I can think of is MY GAWD HE IS FREAKIN' ADORABLE. If you can swing it I say go for number 3 - you make gorgeous babies! (And, yes . . . I know that is way easier said than done!)
Posted by: Nicole | February 13, 2009 at 06:39 PM