Somehow, some way, my baby boy turned 4 months old this week. I figure that means it’s time for a check-in.
Since the last update – or really, the first update – so much has changed. Franklin is sleeping well (usually), growing (constantly) and changing (every day). I’m back at work (yay/boo) and Franklin is in daycare (boo/yay), and we’re settling into a bit of a routine (sort of).
Yes. Everything has a caveat and every day is different, but I’m happy to say we’re mostly out of the newborn fog and he’s starting to really show us his personality.
And oh, what a personality he has.
Aside from when his mean mom and dad make him go get his shots (like yesterday – sorry dude), Franklin is typically a happy, chill baby. He has a big, gummy grin that I just absolutely cannot get enough of.
And of course, those EYES.
It’s that bright eyed, smiling – and giggling – little face that has brought me around the corner from “OH MY GOD WHAT DID WE DO” to “OH MY GOD, LOOK WHAT WE DID!”
So what’s so different?
He smiles. He chatters. He responds. He giggles. He interacts.
Basically, he’s realized there are more ways to get our attention than simply wailing like a banshee.
Of course, it’s still not all puppies and rainbows. He still cries for no reason at times. He still wants to be held – a lot – making getting anything accomplished around the house a near impossibility. I’ve managed to come down with the stomach flu twice, which is miserable when you have to care for and be solely responsible for feeding a small human.
But it feels worth it.
The rough nights of sleep are usually followed by a good night.
The early morning wake-ups are met with a smiling, cooing baby who is completely thrilled to see my face, hovering drowsily over his crib.
The constant need to be held is a reminder that he needs me and loves me, and that being his mom is my most important job right now.
I feel like the days aren’t simply flying by in a mindless blur, and I hesitate to say I even feel a bit human again.
Of course, I still wonder if we’re doing it right, but I spend less and less time fretting over the little things and find myself trusting my gut without checking 45 websites to make sure I’m right.
I mean hey, I’ve kept him alive this long, right? I must not be so bad at this mom gig.
