My Dear Baby J,
It’s hard to believe that you’re three months old. I know, I know, I’m going to be saying this every day for the rest of your life… get used to it! So much has happened in the three months since you were born. We moved house. We’re learning to become a family of three. You met your little cousins (well… they’re bigger than you, my friend). We’ve booked your first trip to the UK. You’ve nearly outgrown your first size of clothing.
Oh, how things change.
A friend asked me the other day how I’ve changed since you were born. It was a tough question, because I’ve changed in some ways and not in others. Here’s the thing, despite loving you more than you’ll know, being a parent is tough. In fact, it’s much tougher than I ever imagined. Not that I thought it was going to be picnics and sunshine twenty-four-seven, but I underestimated how much I’d hurt inside when you cry. On the flip side, I also underestimated how much joy I’d feel when you smile at me – not a fart-smile, those real smiles that I was the instigator of. Those are pretty awesome.
Your Dad and I have been talking a lot about how different things are. Now when we wake up in the morning, there’s no such thing as a leisurely coffee to start the day off. Rather, we have to be ‘on’ as soon as we wake, usually to your cry for food. Dragging our feet into the kitchen like zombies, we prepare your bottle and settle down on the couch to help ease the ache in your belly. You’re generally pretty happy after that. And the loud belch that follows – that’s a satisfying sound.
When you’re not crying (but seriously, dude, you cry a lot!), you’re such an inquisitive kid. Our new home, your forever home, has these colourful patterned fabric panels in the living room. Your Dad isn’t so sure about them, but I like them, and you certainly like them. Between the colourful panels and the large mirror, you keep yourself pretty entertained. That baby in the mirror? He’s a pretty cool kid.
A new development is sucking on your fingers or going whole-hog and shoving your entire fist in your mouth. You’ve decided they are much tastier than a soother, much to my displeasure.
In other news, your Dad and I went on our first proper date since you were born! Dinner and a concert. We stuffed our faces with hibachi steak poutine and followed it with our favourite musician, Frank Turner. By the end of the night I was in agony. You’ve done a number on my back, so standing all night was tough, but it didn’t take away from the music, Funny story, security were checking pockets as we entered. I’m still in maternity jeans, so no pockets! Then, Frank played a classic in which he gets the audience to jump up and down during the chorus. I started jumping, like a trooper, only to feel the elastic belly of the maternity jeans slowly roll down on itself. I had to stop, lest I flash my post-pregnancy belly at all who attended!
We’re pretty pumped to take you on vacation to Scotland. Your British grandparents, I think, are also pretty excited to meet you. You’re going to see the island where your Mum and Dad met, go for many walks in the Baby Bjorn through lush green glens, and smell the salty sea air for the first time. It’s going to be fantastic! To be fair, your routine won’t be all that different to what it is now – we go for daily walks as is, but we’ll be somewhere that I love, and that will at least make days more interesting for me.
Baby J, you are much loved. Don’t grow up too quickly…