Saturday, 24 September 2016
My 500th Post - Lucas @ 2 Months
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My little baby is getting bigger. Another month
older now and growing all the time. It is shocking, while trying to savour all
his smallness he seems to have so suddenly grown; or at least completely
uncurled now, lengthening out, feeling longer, filling out. He is certainly
gaining weight and all caught up and comparable to his brothers at similar
ages.
Two months old. The days and weeks are just
flying by.
This month has been mostly about figuring out a
new routine. Settling in to being a "five". Learning how to get three small children up and out in the
morning. Navigating school runs and settling Big into big school. Life is busy,
sometimes chaotic. I’ll admit some days it all feels overwhelming and pretty
relentless, we certainly feel like we don’t stop most days – a hot cup of (decaf) tea feels like a luxury now!
We’re still leaning heavily on Grandparent
support at the moment, but we’re getting there – we’re starting to find our
groove and I’ve managed quite a few morning school runs on my own now.
This month has been rough in parts for poor
Lucas. He is somewhat more ‘sensitive’ than his Big and Small as babies. Luc
has struggled with incredibly sore bottoms and a number of inconsolable
evenings - completely new to us to have prolonged periods of baby distress and
feeling completely helpless to immediately fix the problem, it left me feeling
like a first-timer all over again after he had screamed from 5.30pm-11.00pm for
the majority on one particular evening!
We’re so thankful it appears to have been a
short-lived with a few diet adjustments for me. I’m currently caffeine free and
not eating citrus fruits or sharp or spicy foods, not drinking fruit juices,
squash or pop – no prolonged discomfort of an evening since and his bottom on
the whole much clearer and causing him less bother. I can still have chocolate,
so all is good!
But more to the point in all of this, even on
the days I feel tired, life is good, wonderful. I’m feeling so emotionally
blessed by these three beautiful boys. Already we find ourselves getting names
muddled up – both of us have called Luc, Zac, on many occasions!
He continues to feed two and a half to three
hourly and still wakes on average twice in a night to be fed. Most nights he
spends the first half of the night in his Moses and the rest next to me.

My sweet darling baby. You are two months old.
We’ve had you for nine wonderful weeks now, getting to know you, what makes you
tick, what makes you, you. You’ve been a
sleepy newborn for most of those nine weeks – sleepier than I remember your
brothers after the first month. It appears your four weeks early has had more
of an effect for you, behaving the slightly prem that you are.
As we approached week seven I was starting to
twitch – you hadn’t smiled yet and you still were not showing any interest in
the world or your family – if you were awake for too long you would get grumpy.
I kept reminding myself we need to
adjust your age for developmental milestones…

The last two weeks you are waking up more and
more, a rough daily pattern is on the cusp of emerging. You’ve started behaving
like you’re bored sometimes and want to play, want to go on the floor and kick
and look around. You are spotting things now, you try and look right up over
your head on the floor, tilting your head right back. You are already developing such a special bond
with your brothers, they both adore you, constantly telling you what a ‘cutie’
you are!
You are noticing them and showing an interest in them as they play around you.
You are noticing them and showing an interest in them as they play around you.
At two months old you are 11lb 4oz and the last
week you have been phasing into your 0-3 months wardrobe! I can’t believe I’m
already packing away another size! We’re starting to discover which colours
really suit you at the moment; I like blues and whites with splashes of reds
and brights. Grey is my least favourite colour on you. It’s funny, each of you
boys I’ve had a slightly different colour pallet prefenece, even though you
have shared many of the same outfits!
You’ve had another month of firsts. Your first
smile, of course, but also your first experience of sand at Cardiff Bay beach
and your first overnight in a hotel in Plymouth. You’ve had your first jabs
(they were rough) and your six week (at eight week) checks. Officially you ‘failed’
as the Dr has made a referral for a query divergent squint in your right eye.
But you are perfect, healthy and doing just fine. You’ve had your first swim in
a pool, after we won a course of water babies! Although for week one you were
less than impressed (week two was
enormously better!), week one cries we are blaming those jabs.
You are really starting to make yourself known.
My boy you can SHOUT! You’re finding your voice. You can be quite the impatient
little one! You hate being wet or dirty and fussing for a nappy change can
swiftly escalate from 0-60 screaming to be cleaned! My. we’re still getting
through an unbelievable number of nappies – around 12 a day! But you’ve also
started to coo and chat. You have the most beautiful soft little voice. This
next month I’m most looking forward to listening to you tell me your stories;
and lots and lots of more smiles of course!
This month we’ve discovered you’re not the
biggest fan of your carseat, or the car if it stays stationary for too long. You
like movement. You like being rocked in the carseat or bounced in your nest
chair. You like the shower on your head, you like the feel of the hairdryer to
warm you up and get you dry.
You know your Mummy and I love that. I love
that you respond differently to my touch, my voice or my arms to others. Baby
mine, you seem to know when I am near – open your eyes, still, look around or
cry for me. Definitely Mummy’s boy.
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- After Anabelle - Raising Rainbows. I'm Caz, Mummy to beautiful angel Belle and my wonderful rainbow boys, Xander, Zachy and Luc. Wife to Jon. Twitter @cazem Instagram @cazzyem

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