*Side note: My baby is almost seven months old at the time of this post. I am a terrible (mum) blogger. How did I let so much time go by without a post about my son?! I should be sent to mummy blogger jail.
When I wrote my last update about Caelen, I said it was ‘better late than never’. I am starting to think this is my life motto. Or maybe it should be the new tagline on my blog. You know, because I never seem to get a blog post done on time. I think it goes without saying that I still don’t have my life under control.
Caelen, however, is another story.
I’m four months deep into this parenting gig, and I’m pretty sure I’m nailing it. Or, you know, winging it and just hoping that no one will figure it out.
Last month, I said that Caelen was rolling from front-to-back. Well, now he’s rolling back-to-front. Okay, he might have done it a handful of times, but it totally counts! Ladies and gentlemen, we have a roller. And he definitely isn’t shy. At all. In fact, he loves showing off to new people. You know, as long as I’m in the room too.
Caelen is four months old and he is definitely a mama’s boy. He is the cuddliest, happiest, and clingiest baby I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. People say that it gets worse, but I truly don’t know how it could get any worse than this. The boy squawks if you leave him alone for too long or if he has a sudden panic because he can’t see you. Truly – he makes a sound that is somewhere between a cry and a squawk. It is unique. That’s for sure.
Sleep is pretty hit and miss. I have had a few occasions when he has slept through the entire night. If you count sleeping until 6am ‘the entire night’. I’m starting to think of it as a sleep in. And I don’t even recognise myself anymore. The first time he did it, I woke up in a panic at 3am because he hadn’t made a sound in hours. He was fine. Asleep. I – of course – took a bit longer to go back to sleep because I was convinced that it wasn’t going to last. Someone please tell me to just enjoy it the next time my child decides to sleep through the night. Please.
He is getting a bit big for his bassinet, so we have taken to co-sleeping. Just at nighttime. Occasionally. I swore up and down that I wasn’t going to make this a thing, but I have broken my word on everything else, so why not this too? There are plenty of ways to make it safe, and I follow all of the rules for safe co-sleeping. I know another blogger who co-sleeps with her daughter, and it works for her too. I mean, who would say “no” to an extra five hours sleep? It is, of course, something that you have to research and try out for yourself.
We haven’t started solids. Not even a little bit. Caelen is ‘big’ for being four months old, but I don’t think he’s ready to start solids yet. I have my reasons for this. I have looked into it and talked to other mums, and I don’t think he’ll be ready for solids for some time. Some people start putting something called Farex into their bottles at four months old, but I have decided to give it a miss. Right now, he is fully formula fed and he’s happy as a clam. (And the thing about formula fed babies sleeping through the night is BS. Don’t start formula if you want a good night of sleep because there’s a 50/50 chance of it actually happening.)
He isn’t talking, per se, but he is starting to mimic sounds and is trying so hard to say “mama”. He’s got the “mmm” part down, but that’s about it. I’m so excited for his first word. I swear I spend 90% of my day dancing around the house saying “mama” and just talking to him. You know, because a four month old is fascinated by mama doing the laundry and unloading the dishwasher for the millionth time.
At four months old, Caelen went on his first plane! I was absolutely terrified. Petrified. I didn’t want to be that parent that everyone hated because they couldn’t get their baby under control. Well, that wasn’t me. Caelen was an absolute gem and went to sleep for 90% of the flight. He was only woken up by the announcements that were made throughout the flight. There was no screaming. There was no meltdown. There was only one explosive poop, and I handled that in a semi-panicked state because we were in the bathroom right as the plane started descending. Nothing puts stress on a person like a crying baby, people knocking on the door of a too-small cubicle, announcements over a loud-speaker, and a poop stained onesie. But hey, we survived. That’s the main thing, right?
Caelen is still (and will forever be) the centre of my universe and the absolute light of my life. That little boy has me wrapped around his finger…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.