My little Micah is 3 months and 12 days old already. He is thriving, he is adored by his older sister and brother, and I could not have asked for a better baby. He slept for 11 hours last night!
I found some old pictures from when Brandon was 2-3 months old and wow, they look alike. As I type, the big brother is trying to wrap his little brother in a soft blanket on his lap. He loves him so much.
I am still trying to settle into my new normal. Post-partum testing has shown that I am pre-diabetic and have to watch my diet and exercise. I am not a dieter, so this just stinks. I also don't need any help finding something else to be anxious about. So, here we go... time to be good, eat whole grains and lots of "real" food instead of the junk food that I want to snack on, and see what happens.
A month ago, I was still mourning my inability to feed my baby, all 3 really, the way I always expected to. I didn't expect that. I expected to try and be done in 2 weeks if it didn't work out, yet for whatever reason, once again, I gave it more than my best shot.
I am so relieved to have a break from the baby check-ups this month. He is doing great, eating, peeing, pooping, sleeping, protesting tummy time.... he giggles and coos some, his eyes track objects and faces (he loves lights and ceiling fans). His grin could melt an iceberg, his eyes dance with that sense of wonder that only an awakening child can have.
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