Caelen | Three Months Old

I thought I would keep up this ‘better late than never’ theme going by writing Caelen’s “I’m three months old!” update two months late. I mean, I wouldn’t want to actually write things on time now, would I? That would be too predictable. It would also indicate that I have my life under control.

And I definitely do not.

I mean, three months old? Goodness, I can’t believe I have a baby who is three months old!

Month three was the one where everything changed. Remember how I said that he hates tummy time? Well, it’s like a switch flipped in his little noggin when he hit ten weeks old. He is suddenly all about tummy time, which makes me very, very happy. I was seeing all these babies rolling over and showing off their head control whilst my baby decided that having a nap was way better than doing exercise. Mate, I feel ya there.

Please forgive the crappy iPhone quality photo, but just look at that head control! Proud mama moment.

I definitely had a ‘my baby can do things!’ moment after he decided that tummy time wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It’s kind of bittersweet, because it means that my baby is growing up. I wouldn’t mind him staying small and snuggly for the rest of his life. I mean, would that really be the worst thing? I don’t think so.

He’s becoming much, much more aware of the people in his life. He recognises me, his dad, his grandparents, and his aunt. Those morning smiles, especially after a nightmare of an evening, make it all worth it. He’s the only male who can make my heart melt with one single look. He’s also taken up this cute, ‘I’m shy’ thing when he smiles at you and then hides his face by snuggling into the person who is holding him.

More and more of his personality is starting to shine through, and it is so cool to see.

He got this second lot of immunizations and that was less than pleasant. He was smiling and cooing (generally being cute as fuck) and then the nurses stabbed him with needles. The look on his poor little face was torn between confusion and ‘why are you doing this to me, mummy?’ Oh, my little mama heart broke. Those immunizations knocked him on his ass. His legs were bruised and swollen, he had a fever for two days, and he was generally just unsettled and sad. Needless to say, he got extra extra cuddles for those few days.

Again, shitty iPhone quality. I am very sorry.

Caelen rolled over this month. And rolled and rolled and rolled. My three month old baby rolled over! Nooooo. Make it all slow down! Please. I’m not ready for this. Another fun thing (not) is the grabbing. Caelen has become very, very grabby in the last month, and the object of his attention is my hair. I’m surprised I’m not bald. I have become very accustomed to seeing clumps of my hair lying around. On the floor. In my bed. In Caelen’s bed. On Caelen. People are constantly pulling strands of my hair off their clothes. You get the idea. It is everywhere.

Sleep is good. He has gone from waking up two or three times a night to just once…or twice. Usually twice. I’m starting to feel like a new woman. I really don’t know what to do with all this sleep. I wake up feeling like I can do anything. And that’s before the massive cup of coffee. I’m practically shaking by the time I get to have a coffee. It is glorious. I’m hoping this ‘four month sleep regression’ isn’t something that is going to happen to us. Please cross your fingers and toes (and legs) for me. Mama needs her sleep. You know, now that I actually remember what that is like.

He’s hitting things and making faces at some of his favourite toys, but he isn’t quite holding onto them. Not yet, anyway. I know it’s coming. He is trying so, so hard.

So, how’s month three of being a parent?

It’s good. It’s hard. It’s learning. It’s relearning when Caelen decides he hates (or loves) something. It’s snuggles. It’s the sleepless nights. It’s napping. It’s smiles. It’s playing. It’s having fun.

Ultimately, I’m rediscovering my childlike side, and I like it. I really, really do. I’m having more fun playing with the toys and reading the books than Caelen is. I like the tummy time. I like the ‘conversations’ that Caelen and I have. I love the morning snuggles and smiles that we have. It isn’t always rainbows and good days, don’t get me wrong. Being a parent is hard and challenging and frustrating, but the good moments outweigh the bad. And, at the moment, there are a lot of good moments.

And I wouldn’t change anything.

*Note: Caelen is actually five months old. This blog post is very, very overdue. Mum (and blogger) fail, but remember what I said about blogging with a baby? It is hard.

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