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.
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…
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.