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18 Dec


Month 2

18 Dec


Yesterday you turned two months old and you are still the sweetest little baby ever.  Of course I’m biased, but I swear you get more sweet and more loveable everyday.  Your second month has been a great one and it feels like we watch you change right before our eyes each day.  I feel like I really got the hang of this whole mom thing this month and our days together have settled into a happy little routine.

This month you started smiling at everyone and I can’t find words to explain how amazing it is.  Everyone who meets you is reduced to a baby talking, silly face making fool who is willing to do anything to coax a smile out of you.  And when it comes, that big gummy grin, well seriously, it is the Best Thing Ever.  It’s impossible to not fall in love with you.

Your other big milestone this month was moving from sleeping in a bassinet in our room to sleeping in your crib in your room.  I was worried about this transition, but you’ve just breezed right through it.  We were trying out your new mobile one night and when it was time for us to go to bed you were still asleep in your crib so we just left you there and haven’t looked back since.  I am sure this will be the first thing in a long list of things that are harder on me than they are on you.  Even though we’re both sleeping better, I worry and miss having you close by.  Your dad and I have moved from our room downstairs to the guest room upstairs which is next to your room.  It seems a little over the top, but I’ll do anything for a little extra peace of mind.

If I was obsessed with your poop (or lack there of) last month, this month my obsession has been your sleep.  I don’t really know how it became such a thing for me since you’ve always been a really good sleeper, but alas, here I am.  Even though things are going well, I feel like it could be going better so we’ve been trying different ways to help you nap better and sleep for longer stretches at night.  Of course nothing is consistently working so I’m going to add this to the growing list of lessons I’ve learned during my time as your mother:  you know what works for you and I need to be patient, not pushy.  I also need to step away from baby books about sleep and google, but I’m a work progress.

We’re getting ready for a big change as we head into next month.  I’ll be going back to work and you’ll be spending your days with a babysitter.  We found a really great sitter for you and I know you’ll be happy there and that she’s going to love you, but it’s still going to be completely different.  This whole time I’ve been telling myself that I’ll be ready to go back to work, but now that the day is getting closer and closer I’ve started dreading it.   Thinking about you spending your days with someone else makes me sad and thinking about the possibility of you missing me or needing me and me not being there, well it’s horrible.  I can only hope you’ll handle this transition as easily as you handled moving to your crib and that all the angst will be mine, not yours.

Oliver, you’re slowly making me realize that every cliché I’ve heard about motherhood is probably true.  You’re my heart beating outside my body.  I don’t remember what life was like before you came along.  I love you more than I could have ever imagined and I hope you know that whether I’m in the next room, or miles away, that’ll never change.



Motherhood Confessions

6 Dec

Oliver pees on his face.  Not all the time, but it has happened.  More than once.  More than twice.  I’d like to say that this only happens when Michael is changing his diaper and that I’ve told him and told him how to do it correctly because I am the epitome of motherhood perfection, but really, it has mostly happened to me.

I talk about baby poop a lot.  A LOT.  It started when Oliver went on a poop strike for 2 days and now continues with daily morning text messages to Michael about whether or not Ollie has had his morning poops yet.  I will also talk about poop to strangers.  And I’m completely comfortable with it.

I have absolutely no concept of what the date is or what day of the week it is.  I know if it’s the weekend because Michael is home, but as for what day it is during the week, nope, I’ve got nothing.  This kind of happens to me over the summer when Michael and I are both home from school, but it’s even worse with a baby.

There are some days when I don’t change Oliver’s clothes.  If we’re not leaving the house or if there’s not milk crust all over the neck of his sleeper then I’ll just leave him in it.  I tell myself that he likes it that way.  And he smells good.  SO GOOD.

Do you have anything to confess???