My baby boy has just passed the three month mark. It's been a rollercoaster of crazy pretty much from the moment we got home from the hospital. I'm sure it was just as crazy at
the hospital but my memory of the details are a little fuzzy. I imagine that's a good thing; if we didn't have this magical post-baby amnesia, nobody would ever have more than one. Seriously.
Then again, both Edward and I seem to be suffering from another sort of memory loss, or perhaps selective amnesia, or just blind parental adoration, I'm not sure. See, one thing neither one of us were quite prepared for was the sleep deprivation. Babies SUCK at sleeping. Well, I hear that some babies are awesome at it and go for long stretches but our child is super special and is not one of those babies. For the first few weeks he was up pretty much every hour - and so we were managing approximately twenty minutes of sleep every hour. So we were pretty much zombies for the first month. Very cranky zombies who were up at all hours of the night (and day and morning and everything in between) feeding and bouncing and singing like lunatics. Now I know why they use sleep deprivation as a method of torture. Sometimes I thought it would be easier to just not sleep ever. At least then we'd be running on adrenaline.
Once he hit two months, Sebastian then decided to sleep a whole 90 MINUTES AT A TIME! Occasionally he even made it to TWO HOURS. IT WAS GLORIOUS.
Anyway, the interesting thing was that we just forgot the crappy night as soon as we were awake. At 2am when you're pacing up and down the hallway singing lullabies to a crying baby, life looks rather bleak. Drowning yourself in the bathtub seems just as reasonable as getting some sleep and more than once I sleepily informed Sebastian that he'd definitely be an only child. Then the sun comes up and the baby finally
gets to sleep and you realise that you're parents and he just looks so cute sleeping (SLEEPING!) in his cot and isn't he most gorgeous thing ever and ours and the world is marvellous and we'll have five more and just add to the adorableness. Sleep deprivation clearly turns you into a psycho.
Now he's much more settled - and getting cuter every day! He's smiling and sort of laughing and he's just discovered his hands. He's also started teething which is a bucket of fun, but watching him attempt to shove his entire hand into his mouth makes it all worth it. He's also talking; not in a particularly articulate way and his vocabulary is limited to 'eh' and 'ooh' but I'm sure he's saying something totally brilliant. He's also growing like a weed. Soon enough we'll have to break out those 00s. Although Sebastian is small and lean, and not a particularly big eater, he's quite a long baby and there is definitely some chubbiness happening.
As soon as he pees and poops his way through the remaining newborn nappies, we're graduating to the infant size. WOO HOO!( Now for the baby spam!Collapse )