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| The Bear Series: Three Months |
My darling boy,
You are three months old little man, and as expected, with your fourth trimester completed you have become a proper little baby. You weigh about 13 pounds, moving up to around the 20th percentile curve, and nurse like a pro. It still astounds me that I've nurtured your development from two tiny cells to this amazing little person. I carried you for nine months and now, solely on the nutrition I have been able to provide, you have grown into this lovely plump baby with cute little fat rolls on your legs and dimples on your hands. After the difficulties nursing your sister, I never thought that I could be comfortable and confident simply nursing without being able to count ounces. But you've grown so well that clearly we must be doing something right, you and I.
You are so much happier now, as predicted by all, and I no longer feel like I am missing out by wishing away the days of your babyhood. You wake up in a good mood and are happy to kick and play while watching me get your sister and myself ready for the day. Your thousand watt smile could melt a glacier and charms all that you bestow it upon. It's the best thing, when I say "hello, little man," and your eyes lock onto mine and that gorgeous smile spreads across your face, then you coyly turn your head and kick your feet as your grin gets even bigger. It looks for all the world as if your main crush has deigned to notice you and that it has made your week... every time.
You are a champion sleeper as well, and I can count less than a handful of times when you've fussed overnight. It's lovely to awake refreshed each morning with you snuggled up tight next to me. Now that you've reconciled yourself to your arrival in the cold, bright world and are willing to be parted from me by more than 10 inches for more than a few minutes, you also nap often and well. You've even logged a few naps that are hours long - a blessing as your sister never napped for more than 45 minutes umtil she was about 15 months old. What you can't see at this moment is I'm desperately trying to find some wood to knock on, because there is one thing that remains unchanged about babies, and that's the fact that nothing ever stays the same.
You have become obsessed with your hands and spend a lot of time trying to figure out how much of them you can fit in your mouth. Your eyes are so expressive, easily conveying consternation, surprise, interest or delight. You've also recently started to coo and chat, especially when I'm reading books to you and your sister. You lay next to me and chatter along. You've even started to giggle a bit... well, they are nothing more than little titters at the moment as you grin and chatter, but they are adorable all the same. You love your sister and are fascinated by watching her play, and she loves you too - last week, she even spontaneously told me, "and I love... James!" as she made a list of her passions. I'm so looking forward to watching your relationship develop with her, even if it will sometimes be fraught with the usual sibling rivalry and squabbles. Although it may seem that I often compare your infancy to Katherine's, you must understand that frame of reference is the only one I have, and I'm endlessly fascinated by both the differences and the similarities between the pair of you.
While we haven't yet developed anything that could reliably be called a routine, there is a certain rhythm to our days now. I start the day, generally with two content children, and end it with varying degrees of success - sometimes with cuddles and calm, sometimes with tears and wailing from both of you. At those tough times, I tell myself that it may feel that I'm losing the battle, but overall I'm winning the war.
The very best moments are when I wake up before Katherine does and you are snuggled up tight to me. There is nothing more innocent and peaceful than a sleeping baby and those quiet early moments with no other demands on my time are blissful. I drink in your lovely calm baby face, my eyes tracing the sweet curves of your tiny little features and my love for you swells until my heart bursts wide open, because, my son...
Mummy
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