Sunday, February 1, 2015

3 months

At 3 months, Luca:
  • Rolls from front to back, and seems to surprise himself every time he does
  • Weighs 13lbs, 1oz (as of two weeks ago, at least) 
  • Falls asleep to Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star and Hush Little Baby
  • Smiles whenever he hears The Itsy Bitsy Spider and has a particular affinity for Good Day by Nappy Roots
  • Really, really wants to stick his entire hand in his mouth
  •  Smiles every morning, without fail, when we go up to him in the pack and play
  • Stares at himself in the mirror above his swing, because obviously he is my kid
  • Eats about 4oz at every feeding and 4.5oz at the one right before bed 
  • Gets breast milk primarily, with two bottles of formula thrown in
  • Has slept through most of his restaurant visits
  • Wants to always be around people (hey there, twin); he has this new thing where he’ll whine if me and John are eating dinner in the kitchen and he’s in the swing in the living room. At least we’re starting family dinners early.  
  • Hates having clothes pulled over his head
  • Is making lots and lots of sounds. Oohs and aahs and little laughs
  •  Loves the car seat more than anywhere else 

At 3 months, I:

  • Have finally gotten a haircut, after basically a year, in the hopes that I wont be tempted to just pull it back every single day. I went with bangs, so lets hope it's not too high maintenance and I won’t regret it come Monday.
  • Want to plan a vacation somewhere warm, like I imagine every single other person who lives in the Northeast right now. I feel like I missed the first couple months of winter, but wow the sun sounds good right about now.
  • Am still breastfeeding and proud of myself for sticking to it. When I was about three weeks into it, I told myself I'd be happy if I made it to 3 months. Thankfully, it wasn't hard for me physically, but mentally it was a lot. It just felt so overwhelming at that point. But now that we're on the other side, and supplement with some formula, it just feels manageable and that I can totally keep it up for awhile longer.  
  • Come home every day for lunch to pump. That's definitely one of the amazing things about working down the street from my house. 
  • Need to get out of this postpartum, wear-whatever-is-on-hand thing, speaking of clothes. I went to work on Friday in an outfit that I would never have walked out of the house in this time last year. Mostly it’s cause I’m lazy, but come on. 
  • Am so much less lazy about doing things around the house. This could totally be because my mom and mother in law are over all week, but I don’t procrastinate emptying the dishwasher, doing laundry, or wiping down the countertops as much as I used to. Washing the pump parts though, UGH.
  • Am starting to feel a little more like myself again. In total honestly, I feel like I’ve been saying that every week for the past 10 weeks. But I guess this is the process. More than anything, this post-partum period has almost felt like living in a fog. And I mean that in the best way possible. It goes fast and slow and doing everyday things can feel totally new. I remember the first time I went to CVS after Luca was born and bought so many random things just because I was out. It reminds me of this essay, which makes me cry whenever I read it.
  • Have never spent more time on the couch, the TV on in the background, this little bugger in my arms. And it’s cliché and I don’t care but this all is just so good. So good.  

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