My sweet littlest one. And he is little. I've never had a three and a half month old that could actually still fit into 0-3 month clothes. He weighed a whopping 10 lbs 1 oz at his two month appointment which put him in the 7th percentile for weight. He's finally starting to get those delicious chubby legs. He is quick to smile at anyone or anything. And loves to coo at me. I am just soaking it all in. Love having a baby to snuggle again.
Our transition from two to three has been so much easier than one to two. One of my good friends told me that I looked so happy and relaxed in the slideshow I made of Eli. I do feel happy and relaxed. I have a different perspective on things this time around. I know that everything will change a little faster than I want it to. I'm not looking toward the next milestone but instead hanging on to every day. I have patience I didn't have four or six years ago. I spent a lot more of my maternity leave on resting, just under a blanket on the couch holding him. I didn't pick up the camera much. I didn't busy myself with decorating a nursery or wondering if he had enough clothes. I let our floors get dirty (and believe me, they are dirty).
I got up every night to feed him and it seemed like a pretty minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things. He has always been a fairly good sleeper; ever since we brought him home, I could feed him at night and then just lay him down and he'd go back to sleep, so that helped a lot. Some days he takes really good naps at daycare, and then there are days like last Friday when he napped five times for anywhere from ten to forty minutes at a time. I don't really even know what happens on weekends if that tells you anything about our schedule. I usually just hope he gets at least one nap a day in his crib.
Nursing has been a different experience for me. I quit with both Max and Viv right before I went back to work and I was more than ready to be done. But we're still going, and I've grown to really like it. I think because when it's time for him to eat, he's all mine. Everything else has to wait, and the difference this time is that I know it can. I remember feeling tied down by it before, and I probably did let myself be tied down by it, especially when Max was a baby. I don't recall nursing out and about very often, or really ever. But I have fed Eli at soccer fields, the golf course, twice on the Lakewalk, in the lobby at the doctor and dentist, during swimming lessons at the Y, at two different beaches, while watching a movie in the theater and at KFC while eating a number eight. And that was mostly in his first month. I don't even mind pumping, which is something I NEVER thought I would say. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it up because I have such little supply... I pump 2-3 times at work and I'm lucky to get 4-5 oz for the entire day. So we supplement with formula while I'm at work and nurse mornings, nights, and weekends. I don't have a plan or a goal in mind, really. I'm not quite ready to be done, but it might happen soon, and that's okay.
I still look probably about 3-4 months pregnant and wear maternity clothes half the time. But I've done this twice before and know that it just takes time to feel like my old self. I know that I can't lose weight when I'm nursing, that just doesn't work for me. But I also know that six or nine months from now I'll feel more comfortable in my body again. I'll get there slowly (and painfully)... but I will get there at some point.
When Tom and I are out and we see parents that have one child and seem a little uptight, we say that they really need to have another one. It's a little joke between us, but I feel like it's true. Not only because you are a bit more confident the second time, but because when you have to spread yourself a little more thin, you're forced to relax a little bit more. So it makes sense that would happen to me to another degree with the third. I just didn't really expect this baby to change the way I think so much. To calm some of my tendency to plow through our days, always looking to the future and the next step or next big thing on the horizon. To make me stop and enjoy every little part of where we are right now. We are as busy, if not busier, than ever. But *I* have slowed down. Right now is exactly where I want to be.
I remember reading an interview with Gweyneth Paltrow a year or two ago, and she said "I always say, life is long." I hadn't really ever heard anyone say that before... people always say that life is short... but I knew what she meant, and ever since, I think it too. Life is long in some ways, as in, things can change so much over the course of it. People change their minds about things, people move in and out of your life, and in a few short years from now, you could be in an entirely different place.
Eli, someday you might hear the story about how your parents thought they were done having kids a few years before you came along. But it turned out that you, my little one, are the best thing I have ever changed my mind about.
I started back at work three weeks ago. The first couple of weeks I only worked Monday, Thursday and Friday, and my mom and mother-in-law watched Eli those three days each week. Last week I worked the full week and he started daycare, which has gone extremely well so far. When we picked him up today I noticed he had a runny nose, so that didn't take long. :) But I'm grateful it was a really smooth transition. Now we'll see how well we can hold it all together over the next few months of holidays, hockey, basketball... I can't believe that it's November. I can't believe that on Friday we're halfway through November. My maternity leave went fast, but now that I'm working again, the days REALLY fly by. Must. Take. More. Pictures.
Yesterday morning Eli was baptized, with our friends Justin, Niki and Brandon as his godparents. Vivi called it his 'bath-tism.'
Feeling so thankful tonight for a healthy, happy little family and really great friends. I hope someday Eli will be as good of a friend and person as all of his godparents are.
The last weekend in August, it was about FIVE MILLION DEGREES out (actually 95), so we decided to set out on an "adventure" with the kids. We wanted to go to a beach, but not our usual one, so we ended up over in Wisconsin... we didn't exactly have the whole place to ourselves, but it was way less busy. We'll definitely go back.