Oh, my little man, what an adventure you have been. You started officially sleeping "through the night" (til 7:30 or 8am!) a week and a half ago. We're starting to get the hang of settling your gas discomfort and as your digestive system flourishes you suffer less often. Your daddy and I both agree that sometimes, not very often but sometimes, we miss the life we had before you- of movies, bars with friends, and lavish nights out- while in the very same thought knowing with absolute conviction that we would never trade you to have that life back. You are so special, and this new life is scary and exciting and absolutely wonderful. We've both felt much pain (especially mommy with a broken tailbone!) and sleepless frustration and so so much love for you.
The best description I've heard is that you do not love your child more than everyone and everything else in your life- that existing love is still there just as strong, and even grows as their love expands to include your child- but to have a child is to love in a completely new and different way that you never knew was possible. My perfect little man, loving you is all my hopes and dreams and joys combined with all my fears and paranoia. It's a fierce protectiveness and awe in every little accomplishment you discover. It's not only knowing which cry is yours in a room of crying babies, but also hearing the language in the nuances of your different cries and knowing what each one means. It's appreciating those first little moments to shower or pee or put on clean clothes with you content in someone else's arms while at the same time desperately wanting to hold you with the free confidence that only your dad and I allow you, seeing others bond with you in your bottle feeding experience (mommy's milk though!) while fighting the urge to fix the way they hold your bottle.
You said "hi!" ~6weeks (mommy got it on video!) and say it often. You also say "yeah!". Mostly you are just mimicking mommy, smiling back and sticking out your tongue the way I stick out mine, but it's all adorable. In these 1st 3 months, you've grown so much, handled your first round of vaccines like a champ, met Santa (he gave you a toy fox), and so many things mommy is trying to keep track of in your baby book.
Bear with us, little one. We love you too much to screw it up too badly ;)
