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.
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.
I didn’t ever want to get into the breast feeding debate on From Day Dot. There’s nothing new to say, no angle that hasn’t been covered and actually, in my eyes it’s each to their own and there shouldn’t even be a discussion to be had. If there is a newsworthy story, it’s the ‘conspiracy’ against formula which has been covered so brilliantly by Cat at Not So Smug Now in her Cigarettes & Formula post. Oh it makes me FUME!!
As of 8.25am this morning, our little Max is exactly 12 weeks old. It’s hard for me to get my head around it as I can remember his dramatic entrance like it was yesterday, and the changes in our little baby in 12 short weeks are just as dramatic.
I’m guessing this is the length of a leek, because at 38 weeks pregnant I would be worried if baby was the weight or width of a leek! As everything I read keeps saying, now is just a waiting game, there’s no more I can do even though I feel completely unprepared.
This week – week 37 of pregnancy – baby was the size of a honeydew melon and is now considered full term! Just time to pack on the fat now (baby more than me, hopefully).
An exotic one this week, baby is just less than 30cm long (an average long ruler, to put it in perspective) and is the length of one of the only green vegetables I like, Bok Choi.
We made it! The Week of the Courgette (or Zuccini for the Americans out there) was week 19 of pregnancy and therefore saw the end of our first half of pregnancy. I can’t believe it’s half over already!
The big news of the week was the 20 weeks scan, which actually took place when I was 19 weeks and 5 days. It’s felt like forever since we first saw our baby on the screen at our 12 weeks scan, all fuzzy outlines and crossed legs, so I was beyond excited for this scan to see him/her again.
Week 8, or the week of the Wild Strawberry, was a quick and uneventful one.
After the excitement of our first midwife appointment in week 7 (the week of the raspberry) and the bulldozer of queasiness in week 6 (the week of the blueberry), week 8 was a much welcomed calm after the storm, with just a few bumps along the way.