Three Months

Three Months

He laughs a lot now. Coos and gurgles. We think he may be showing early signs of teething as he is a drool factory right now. He holds his head up like a champ & LOVES looking around. He cannot be contained. Loves to stand (with our help) and move around as much as possible. Much like his mom, he can't sit still for very long. He also prefers books to toys (I'm not joking). He gives us about a four-hour stretch at night. Then goes back to sleep for 3, then 2 hours, totaling about 3 feeds during the time. He's napping better, too. He had a wicked bout of colic that's been present since about 4 weeks, and we think he's *just* about getting over it. He went to sleep without so much as a wimper last night for the first time - ever. Nursing is a dream. If you had asked me a month ago if I'd ever enjoy doing it I would have first had to return from my thousand-yard stare just to answer you.

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Raising a child forces you to be present in your life. No question. Sure we consider the future: What kind of person will he be? Will he be admired? Will he know how to admire others? It's true that every headline, every newscast, every bad rumor ejects us momentarily from our blissful pod into a mire of worry. But these moments take a back seat to the "now" of feeding, diaper changing and nurturing. I am conscious - always - of the din disturbing not only his precious sleep (and ours) but the fragile framework of his developing mind. "Turn the TV down,” I hear myself saying time and again. “Shhh, not so loud,” I repeat throughout my day. But the need for lower volumes has more to do with suddenly leading a quieter life - for regrets of the past and worries about the future are truly deafening. At last I am living mine without so much noise.