Ryan,
Today you turned three months old. Three months! I feel like I just gave birth to you. Some nights I lay awake in bed and find my hand drifting down to my stomach, waiting to feel a reassuring kick from you. But no, you’re here with us now. And I couldn’t be happier. You are such a sweet, cuddly, happy baby. I couldn’t ask for more.
Last week we moved you into your own bedroom. It was difficult – for me. I knew your father was right when he gently suggested that moving you now would be better than trying to move you later, when you’d be so much more used to sleeping near us, but that still doesn’t stop me from shedding a few tears. Yes, having you fifteen feet away (and on the other side of a wall!) rather than five feet away is heartbreaking. I hate to let go.
But you adjusted beautifully. The first two mornings you woke up in a panic, but you were quickly reassured by Mommy and Daddy coming into your room to comfort you.
You do more and more each day. You smile, you laugh, you coo, you gurgle. You make excited caterwauling sounds when you’re latching on to nurse. You smile when your sister laughs, and you cry when she cries. I can’t wait to see the bond between the two of you strengthen as you both get older.
You hold that big head of yours up and swivel it around with amazing strength. You roll from your back to your side and back again. You use your feet to move your body around in a circle on the floor. You grab onto things with your fists and do your best to navigate them towards your mouth. You’re constantly moving – you have a bald spot on the back of your head from turning it so much. Your arms and legs wave around so much you remind me of seaweed, waving to and fro.
It’s no wonder you crash for nine and ten hours a night – and you fall asleep and wake up in exactly the same position! All of that constant motion has to be a lot for such a little guy.
Love,
Mommy
