Happy Valentine’s Day my beautiful, darling boy, today you’re 12 weeks old!
3 months… 12 weeks… 84 days… 2016 hours… Where the hell has the time gone?
So where are you at my gorgeous boy?
Since our last update at 2 (calendar) months the last three weeks have seen some monumental advancements in your development.
We took you to have your first round of jabs on 23rd January, as predicted I was a complete mess, thank god your father was there! You, my angel, were a little star. You handled the first jab with a very mild grimace, the second however was a stinger and you made sure we knew about it. You did, however stop crying long before I did. The happily chugged away at the rotavirus vaccine then promptly projectile vomited the sticky stuff all over the clinic floor, not to worry… We didn’t like the nurse much either ;). As also predicted I then spent the next 24 hours constantly checking your temperature armed with Calpol should it rise… It didn’t! In fact the only side effect it had on you was that you pretty much slept the day away the following day. Now we have the joy of the follow ups on the 20th of February.
We missed our first class due to the above but have managed the last 3. On our first lesson you were as good as gold up until Sandra started, then you let out the loudest of screams… All the other babies stared at you in awe, this resulted in you feeding for the first half of the lesson which meant you thoroughly enjoyed the second half as most of the other babies started to get fractious. The second class was more successful even though you (and all bar 1 other baby) didn’t much appreciate being laid on your tummy to massage your back… Your face my darling will be etched in my memory, it was so disenchanted and helpless it made me chuckle (evil mummy). It would also appear you and little Tommy are flirting with the same young lady, I think you definitely get that trait from your father!
The last couple of weeks have seen you come on in leaps and bounds. You are such a chilled darling little boy unless you have something to quite rightly squawk about (nappy, food, sleep). Gone are the fractious days and these days I can actually put you down whilst you’re awake and although you’ll watch my every move like a hawk, you’re quite happy for a while.
Although you’re still not giving them out freely you have certainly mastered this heart melting ability and know exactly when I need to see it the most. First thing after waking you’re at your most smiley and beam up at me from your nest. On the 9th February at 2100hrs whilst watching Top Gear you did your first proper unforgettable giggle. Your daddy told me you had performed it about half an hour earlier but didn’t believe it till you did the same for me. It sounded like a very slow pneumatic drill accompanied by the biggest smile but you’re quickly going to master it.
You’re holding your head up really strongly now when in our arms, you’re not letting it loll half as much, though when you put it down you do so with a bit of gusto still. You particularly like ‘standing’ on my lap whilst leaning against my chest and holding your head back to stare up at the artwork and cats on the lounge wall, this fascinates you and makes you smile from ear to ear. I often wonder whether you’re seeing someone that isn’t ‘there’ you’re smiling so much. You’re managing to roll onto your side now too so gone are the days we can turn our backs on the changing table. You’ve also been making motions to sit up so I have been offering my fingers for you to hold and pulling you into a sitting position which you love, and hold, until your head becomes too heavy for you, your progression is amazing.
You are becoming very vocal now and are experimenting with your sounds. You’re turning into a right little chatterbox. You now ‘call’ for me when I leave your line of sight and are experimenting with your varying sounds surprising even yourself on occasion. Only this morning, whilst we snuggled up in bed after Daddy left for work, you made a start on your first raspberry!!
The last couple of weeks have seen you chill out so much. You’re becoming aware of your toys and love to feel their different textures. You’ve been fascinated with the Winter Olympics, the skiing and ice skating being your favourite. You’ll sit happily in your bouncer, or lie on your mat, for a fair bit longer now meaning that I can actually get some housework done and eat whilst you’re still awake and not in your sling. You love looking up at the black cats that are perched over the arch into the kitchen and we find you regularly grinning like a Cheshire cat at them, you’re definitely going to be a ‘cat’ person like your mummy and daddy.
You’ve always been a wonderful sleeper/feeder at night and I’ve never had cause to complain but there was a time last week you seemed to regress to a time never known to us. You seemed to be having mini feeds and having them every hour and a half… It was a very long night! Now this is where I brag, and possibly regret it… The night before last I can proudly say you slept for 5.5 hours straight, fed for an hour then slept for a further 4.5 hours. Of course I didn’t sleep so soundly as I kept checking on you but well done you. Now whether I put this down to us having the full bed to ourselves (Daddy’s away on business this week) coupled with the first use of your gro bag or just fluke I don’t care. Last night you didn’t sleep quite so well but, what with Daddy being home, you did drop your midnight feed AND slept in your Bednest ALL night meaning you slept for 4 hours then 3 then we spent all morning snuggled up in bed watching the Olympics and listening to the horrific weather outside. I’m hoping this is us turning a corner but with a growth spurt imminent I’m not counting my chickens just yet.
I’ve decided not to pin any hope on any definite, long lasting routine just yet. You have your own routine which seems to change every few days. You’re happy, it works and that’s all that matters.
It would appear you are forcing your reflux into submission and have decided to totally skip the 11s and have grown a massive 19.5oz since your 10 week weigh in and are now 12Ib 0.5oz which means I can stop fretting over the fact you have just been gaining the average 6oz a week over the last few weeks. Well done Bean, I’m so proud of you and your miraculous healing tummy. You’re still in your 0-3 month clothing and although a couple of sleep suits are becoming a little short, on the whole you’ve still got plenty of wear left in them.
You continue to amaze me. You continue to fill my heart more and more each day, I never knew my heart could hold so much love for one person and just when I think I can’t love you any more I look at your beautiful face and it fills up some more.