Baby J’s First Month

I am a little late with my first month update for Baby J but I have had a good excuse. I have been drinking in every last drop of these newborn days.

Being a parent third time around and knowing how quickly time goes, I am not missing a thing this time.

The month started out (obviously) with Baby J’s birth which you can read about here.

He had a shaky start with a stay in the neonatal but he ended up being discharged with me on the day he would have done if the special care hadn’t happened.

The first week, I would say, passed by in a haze of sleepless nights and sleep filled days (for Baby J) who, like all babies, was not aware of night and day.

He seemed tiny-even though he weighted nine ounces more than his big brother did at birth but I do think you forget how small babies are.

We have had a suspected case of silent reflux and prescribed Infant Gaviscon but, I felt it made him worse so I stopped giving it to him and, as time has gone on, it seems to have improved.

The poor mite had a few bruises on his hands and feet from his stay in neonatal but, as the month has gone one, they have faded. I did worry at one point that he would be scarred for life.

He met his sister and brother and my parents in hospital but the first month saw him meet his other nana, cousin and other family and friends.

His first trip out was to be registered at the Town Hall which he slept through.

Due to my caesarean, his first month was quiet in terms of outings but it was certainly made up with cuddles and love from everyone who met him and even from people who didn’t meet him-such was the kindness of presents and gifts that were bestowed on him. Saying that, we have been on a few walks around the farm so he has had some fresh air.

While he probably realises little about his relationship with his siblings, they have taken him under their wing and I just know they are all going to be great friends. Noisy and a bit rough, but great none the less.

For me, the recovery has been a lot quicker this time. While my stomach muscles are still far from recovered, the actual incision area has been fine and, apart from the fatigue which comes from surgery, I have felt much better than I did when I was pregnant.

Lambing with a newborn was not our finest decision but life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan does it? We have managed, thanks mainly to my parents who have helped immenseley-alowing me to catch up on sleep and looking after the house work and the older children.

I’m not saying three is easy but, so far, it hasn’t been too bad. I would say the jump from one to two was worse and I have got all three (and me) dressed and ready for bed each day alone so I think I must be doing something right.

It is a cliche but it feels like Baby J has always been here. He may have been small at the start but the sheer amount of milk this boy can put away makes me thing his tiny twig legs will not be like that for very long.

Happy first month my smallest boy.