Every month, the nurse says to us ‘his growth will start to plateau now’ and every month, he’s put on another kilogram! This month he grew 6cm too. This babe is now just shy of 9 kgs and is 67.5cm long. That’s over 19 pounds and 26 inches.
At 4 months old, Squeak is very 4 months old. His sleep has regressed, his teeth are driving him nuts, he’s rolling from back to tummy, he’s squealing and squawking all.the.time. He loves books (he’s currently reading Goodnight Moon on my lap, thus affording me the opportunity to blog one handed!) and Sophie the Giraffe. Bath time is a total salvation and gets us through witching hour. He’s really strong and despite my hopes that he’d be late to be mobile, our osteopath predicts an early walker! He’s a total Mama’s boy and most often can only be soothed or settled by the boob.
Today I managed to get him to sleep by bouncing on the yoga ball but the second I tried to put him down, he woke up. Cue more bouncing and a 40 minute nap in Mama’s arms. I’m not exaggerating when I say that for the last month, he has not slept anywhere but in my arms, attached to my boob or in the hug-a-bub (moby) or ergo carrier. Not once. Day and night. And for a while there, he wasn’t sleeping for more than 45mins in a row either. We were already committed co-sleepers but were we not, we would be now! Thankfully, we’re getting chunks of 2 hours at night now and he’s easy to resettle (with the boob!) Naps are very short to non-existent.
Of course, our move was incredibly poorly timed in regard to child development but we had no choice in those stakes. The good news is that we didn’t have to move into my mother’s place and found an awesome place, with a beautiful garden, a great kitchen and only 2 streets from our last place, just in time. I do think that a lot of our challenges with the boy have been to do with the move. The further out from the move we get (we moved 2 weeks ago) the more settle Squeak seems to be.
But it’s awesome. I love him and motherhood soooooo much. I had coffee with a childless (but child friendly) friend yesterday whose observation was that committed feminist mothers seemed to complain A LOT. I think she was being a bit harsh but I’m now conscious of appreciating all the good stuff. And telling people about it. I have plenty of other feminist mothering observations about which to blog but the joy of Goodnight Moon has worn off and I must now attend to the tears…
It’s been such a long time since I blogged that I once again considered whether I’d ever bother getting back to it. That I titled this post ‘so long’ is meant to reflect the passage of time, it is not a bid to farewell blogland, though given my contemplation of giving up on blogging, perhaps there’s something still lurking in my subconscious. I know that it’ll probably be another long stretch before I blog after this!
We’ve been thrown a few challenges in the last little while. Our particularly big challenge is finding somewhere to live. We have 13 days left in this house and still haven’t found anything else. Nevermind that we haven’t started packing yet. The upshot is that we have the option of putting all our stuff in storage and staying at my Mum’s house for as long as we need. I have absolutely no desire to do this or to move twice but it looks like that’s what is about to happen. Writing it out makes me want to cry!
Our darling Squeak is now 14 weeks and has been tough work too though he’s chilled out in the last week and it’s all starting to feel much easier.
The boy has a tooth! And 3 more just waiting to break through. This is one precocious babe. He’s still HUGE – off the charts for weight and height – 8 and a bit kg’s and 65.5cm. (That’s almost 18 pounds and 25.5 inches!) I had a look at a baby growth chart and he’s the size of an average 6-7month old. Because of his size, we find that people expect way more of him than the average 3 month old. ‘No, he can’t sit up yet, yes he is a cuddly mama’s boy…and it’s all developmentally appropriate.’ And if we’re keeping score then it pays to note that he has already hit all his 3 month milestones. He’s seconds away from rolling from back to tummy. He pushes up and stays there for minutes, he lifts his head from the floor when laying on his back. I was kind of hoping that big baby would mean a late to be mobile babe but our osteo thinks he’s very strong and is likely to walk early. Geez.
I had some sadness a few weeks back when he graduated from newborn to infant but for all the sadness, I have to admit that I’m pleased the intensity is lessening. I can now put him down for reasonable periods of time and he’s starting to learn how to have decent naps during the day. He really is beautiful and he brings so much joy to so many people.
He’s awake now and I’m gonna hit publish before I’ve got all my thoughts out for fear that this may never be published at all…more later if I can find a minute.