3 Months Deep
We are 3 months into this project known as 'parenting'. There are so many milestones and events that I haven't documented, because those first 3 months were ... exhausting doesn't even cut it. Even trying to write this post causes my brain to pause while grasping at words it can't quite capture. There is no one that says parenting is easy. Anyone that does, isn't actually parenting. They are sitting on the sidelines watching someone else do the heavy lifting. But, I digress.
Ender was brought into this world via induction and a vacuum, but he made it one piece, all digits accounted for. Of 9 babies born at our hospital on 11/27/2019, he was the only one born without needing a csection to get him out. I was quite pleased with this fact, even though I'm the one that did most of the work. Epidurals and modern medicine are god's gift to mothers.
There have been plenty of worries since he's been born. The big ones being SIDS, jaundice, and percentile of weight/height/head size. His head seems small according to the charts, but looks just fine on him. I had to remind myself many very smart people had tiny heads when they were born, and there's nothing wrong with that.
Day 1 he was lifting his head up. The doctor was quite impressed on his first visit. He's been strong and ready to go since he was born, and so far nothing has slowed him down. Not being able to get up and move around is very frustrating, but we work on his strength every day. His lower half is strong as an ox. His upper half too, except he hasn't quite figured out how to coordinate his arms to lift himself up. Instead, he just lifts his whole top half up at the waist and flails the arms around trying to figure out what to do with them.
Keeping up with the feeding has been hard on me, but we're finding the rhythm. Making sure my body gets what it needs to produce his nourishment is quite the workout on it's own.
He hates pacifiers and not getting unlimited time on the boob. He won't tell you his diaper is dirty. He loves bright bold shapes and colors, being sung to, his husky siblings, bath time, and anything that allows him to see the world. Carriers are popular, sitting facing forward already because facing the chest is just too boring. We put him in a walker already, but his little legs aren't quite long enough to hit the ground. Not much longer on that front.
Naps are tough. He has clearly picked up his fathers sleeping habits. In the beginning he would sleep so much, so well. Now, we're lucky if he naps during the day. I'm getting almost 5 hours of sleep a night, and so far I've been able to survive the first week back to work on that. I look forward to Saturday morning though, where we will lay in bed as long as my body (or brain) allows.
His smiles are infectious. His babbling makes you respond, even if it's just replying to his coos with more coos. I can't wait to hear his laughs, and I giggle with him watching so I can hear it sooner.
3 months already. The first few weeks were such a blur, 3 months in feels like finally coming up for air.
Ender was brought into this world via induction and a vacuum, but he made it one piece, all digits accounted for. Of 9 babies born at our hospital on 11/27/2019, he was the only one born without needing a csection to get him out. I was quite pleased with this fact, even though I'm the one that did most of the work. Epidurals and modern medicine are god's gift to mothers.
There have been plenty of worries since he's been born. The big ones being SIDS, jaundice, and percentile of weight/height/head size. His head seems small according to the charts, but looks just fine on him. I had to remind myself many very smart people had tiny heads when they were born, and there's nothing wrong with that.
Day 1 he was lifting his head up. The doctor was quite impressed on his first visit. He's been strong and ready to go since he was born, and so far nothing has slowed him down. Not being able to get up and move around is very frustrating, but we work on his strength every day. His lower half is strong as an ox. His upper half too, except he hasn't quite figured out how to coordinate his arms to lift himself up. Instead, he just lifts his whole top half up at the waist and flails the arms around trying to figure out what to do with them.
Keeping up with the feeding has been hard on me, but we're finding the rhythm. Making sure my body gets what it needs to produce his nourishment is quite the workout on it's own.
He hates pacifiers and not getting unlimited time on the boob. He won't tell you his diaper is dirty. He loves bright bold shapes and colors, being sung to, his husky siblings, bath time, and anything that allows him to see the world. Carriers are popular, sitting facing forward already because facing the chest is just too boring. We put him in a walker already, but his little legs aren't quite long enough to hit the ground. Not much longer on that front.
Naps are tough. He has clearly picked up his fathers sleeping habits. In the beginning he would sleep so much, so well. Now, we're lucky if he naps during the day. I'm getting almost 5 hours of sleep a night, and so far I've been able to survive the first week back to work on that. I look forward to Saturday morning though, where we will lay in bed as long as my body (or brain) allows.
His smiles are infectious. His babbling makes you respond, even if it's just replying to his coos with more coos. I can't wait to hear his laughs, and I giggle with him watching so I can hear it sooner.
3 months already. The first few weeks were such a blur, 3 months in feels like finally coming up for air.
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