Friday, February 5
Colby has been home with us for exactly three months!! The time has FLOWN.
We brought him home at 9lb 1oz babe on November 5th:
He's sleeping less during the day, rolling over to his back, allllmooost grabbing things, smiling, laughing, standing with help, babbling up a storm and just is uber cute.
I'm loving every minute.
There are some days I'm exhausted and can't stand the thought of cleaning another bottle, but then... well, he's there. I actually enjoy getting up at night with him. I know that of this is due to the fact that I never really experienced the "up-every-hour" thing in the early months and part of this is due to the fact that he is SO.GOOD. and immediately goes back to sleep after feeding. (Yes, I am fully aware that I have jinxed myself and I will be up the entire night tonight...)
Some mornings I will him to stay asleep for 10 more minutes (or at least to babble quietly to himself) and try to put off starting the day. But then I remind myself how much I want to be there for every minute. How much I want to see every smile, hear every laugh, and be the one to comfort every (rare) cry. He melts my heart. I confess he still sleeps in a Pack-N-Play next to our bed (when did everyone give up having their babes sleep in their room??), I still rock him to sleep after his night time feeds, and I often let him nap on me during the day rather than putting him down. I know this is making him dependent on these things... but how can I not? Like I said... he melts my heart.
In 2 months I'll be going back to work... I'm nervous to say the least. I'm a little excited to be going back to see my kiddies and it is a little easier knowing that I'll only work for 2 weeks, have a week off for April vacation, then only have 9 or so weeks left before the summer... with all the fun end of the year stuff.
But the idea of leaving him is torture. Pure torture. The idea that someone else will be giving him his bottles and cuddling him on the couch and rallying him on as he rolls over saddens me to no end. I love doing that stuff... it does get a little monotonous and sometimes I just want to sleep, but in the end I love every minute of it. Every single minute.
And I'm totally ready to be pregnant again. :)