T is now 8 weeks old, almost 2 months! He has been on this planet 56 days! It doesn’t sound like long, and it isn’t really, but when you think about the changes that have occurred in that time it feels like time is really flying by and that T is growing up so quickly.
T’s physical look has changed significantly in comparison to 2 months ago.
He’s almost holding his head up independently 100%, often holding it up for long periods whilst on his tummy. He also doesn’t let his head drop suddenly half as much when either on my chest (hitting my collar bone!) or being carried.
He’s now comfortably fitting 0-3 month clothing, and even some 3-6 month clothing depending on where we bought the clothes. He fits most things on his waist but perhaps needs a bit of growing to do on his legs.
When the health visitor visited last (at approx 6 weeks) he weighed in at over 12Ib – by now he’s probably hitting the 13Ib mark. I was concerned he was a little weighty as I know friends with older babies that aren’t that far ahead weight wise, but the HV said he was perfect. Length and head measurements are apparently perfect also – all measuring on the 95th centile whatever that means. Apparently, he’s nicely in proportion.
This subject is a big one; one I’ll dedicate to in a separate post, but to summarise we finally think we’ve cracked T’s sleeping at night. He now has to sleep with a wedge under his mattress in his Moses basket so that he sleeps at an angle, but for some reason he likes it. Before, we’d have 30 minutes of sleeping alone (if you can even call it sleep) before he’d stir. This then resulted in T sleeping on me just so all three of us could get some sleep. It was a nightmare.
We currently put T to bed at 8:30pm/9pm and he sleeps for 4-5 hours solid. After this, he’s then waking every 2 hours for a nappy change and feed.
I couldn’t be happier about this. Of course I’d like more sleep, who wouldn’t, but in comparison to what we were getting; this is bliss. All thanks to a wedge.
I’m still exclusively breastfeeding, with T feeding every 2-3 hours unless he’s out for the count on my chest or if we’re out and he’s asleep.
I’m also expressing at least once day when I find the time. I either express between the 2am/3am mark after a feed as the opposite boob to the one T’s fed on is often left engorged, or around 6am before T wakes for his 7am feed.
When I do find time to express I’m getting about 4-6oz a time. I’m quite pleased about this as I’m getting quite the stock in my freezer.
T is now properly smiling and not because he’s farted. Although there’s no pattern to his smiling, as in I can’t always guarantee a smile when I do a certain thing, he’s definitely smiling at us doing something.
The smiling is probably my favourite thing at the moment – it absolutely melts me. It finally feels like I’m getting something back, if that makes sense. It doesn’t seem all take take take on his part anymore. Of course parenting is rewarding in itself but to get a reaction back from your baby because you did something is so magical and a real reward.
It’s now getting into our summer months which means longer walks in the evening and days on the beach, not to mention a nice time to start swimming now that he’s had his immunisations. I can’t wait.