When Max was born last November at 40 weeks, he was apparently the size of a pumpkin (see ‘evidence’ below). My personal horror story (labour) also kind of started on Halloween itself, by my body evacuating every ounce of EVERYTHING, other than the baby, right after I carved my first ever pumpkin (at the age of 30, I KNOW!!).
To say I’m a Sleepyhead advocate is an understatement. It saved our bacon four and a half months ago when Max finally took his first sleep away from our arms, but now I have one question. How the frig do we get him out of it?
Month five passed in a blur, and it was without doubt my favourite month with Max so far. Without even realising it we’d passed through the newborn stage, and suddenly we were reminiscing on the days when we were obsessively Google colic symptoms, getting up every two hours during the night and taking Max to bed with us at 10pm, when Master had woken from his late evening nap and we were free to finally collapse into bed.
I’ve never been one for taking selfies. Yes, the odd group shot here and there, but I don’t think I’d ever done a true solo selfie before I fell pregnant. It just wasn’t my thing, it always felt a bit contrived, not to mention that it would be unfair to force a close up photo of my face on to the public.
Four months in and time really is flying (I know, cliche, but it’s true). Max seems to be changing before my eyes, developing new skills every day and quite literally out-growing clothes overnight. It’s amazing but a little heartbreaking all at the same time.
This day last year, I took the plunge and wrote my very first blog post for From Day Dot. I set up my blog amidst the excitement and sheer terror of finding out I was pregnant for the first time. I wanted to hear real experiences and advice, not clinical instructions based on a ‘normal’ pregnancy, but this didn’t seem to exist due to most people wanting to keep their secret for the first 12 weeks and not broadcast it over the Internet. Understandable.
Never has a phrase been more apt, as it was exactly one year ago that I found out I was pregnant. And boy oh boy, a lot has changed, I barely remember my old life since become
slave Mummy to Max back in November.
Is it ever OK to complain about a neighbours noise when you have a baby? Probably not, but I did, and the anxiety and rage it resulted in make me wonder whether it was a really bad idea.
Let me set the scene…
Max is, that’s who.
Yesterday, at the grand old age of 15 weeks old, Max laughed for the first time. It was the best sound I’ve ever heard and I almost burst with love and excitement when he did it, which took me completely by surprise.
Babies really don’t know they’re born. Show me an adult who wouldn’t give their right arm to be allowed to fall asleep anywhere, anytime, and I’ll show you a liar. But it seems this little luxury is lost on the little ones and they often have to be coaxed into it like (most) adults have to be tricked into holiday time shares.