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.
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.
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.
Today, 2nd February, Max is three months old. THREE MONTHS OLD. What the…?!!
I knew 12 months of maternity leave would go quickly but this is ridiculous. I can remember his dramatic entrance like it was yesterday.
I think it’s natural as a first time Mum to be fascinated by baby’s developmental milestones, wanting to know what’s normal and what’s next. I’m also very mindful that every baby is different and am careful to not get caught up in what Max should be doing and enjoying the moment of what he is doing.