…Sam practices his Walk Like an Egyptian…
Our little man is a month old! We’ve had four amazing weeks with him and I can’t wait to have 4 billion more. When I think back to that faithful day in June it seems like it happened to someone else. I feel a million times different today then I did when I walked into that hospital. (For a start I’m not in the midst of an anxiety attack!)
He’s changed so much in the past four weeks. I look at him now and he just seems to be getting so much bigger. He’s actually starting to fill out his 0000 jumpsuits instead of getting lost in them. He’s so strong. I am constantly amazed at how he’ll lift himself up off your chest when you’re holding him, or how he’ll kick out with his legs and push himself around his cot. He’s a little marvel.
He’s become a lot more vocal in the past couple of weeks. He’s grunting and making all sorts of strange noises. I can’t wait for those noises to transform into cooing, giggling and eventually words. I’m so eagerly awaiting the day when he smiles for the first time.
He’s really alert and is constantly looking around and following the sound of our voices. He loves having a bath and it’s one of my favourite times with him. He loves getting his head washed. He always looks so contented. I think he’s going to be a water baby like his mother.
He has uncanny timing. I can guarantee that if you are about to have something hot to eat, go to the bathroom or if you’re in the middle of some task he’ll wake up and need a feed or a change. I swear the toaster is connected to his cry mechanism – it pops, he cries.
He seems to have gotten over the worst of his cold (which really wasn’t that bad, just bad enough to freak me out and rush him to the GP!). He’s still sniffling but it’s coming and going. If only his Father and I could get over our versions of it.
We’re still working out the formula thing. Some days I think he’s got diarrhea, and then the next day we’re back to bordering on constipation. He’s got wind all the time now and I suspect that the reason he’s grunting and stretching so much more these days is because of the wind build up. Even with these discomforts he’s still such a laid back little man. He hardly ever cries and he’s just so contented for most of the day. He obviously gets that from his Father.
It’s dawned on me that being a new parent is like falling in love… you spend all your time thinking about them, you talk non-stop about them (annoying everyone who comes into contact with you), you want to spend every minute possible with them and you can’t imagine life without them.
Yesterday I went out for the first time without Sam and it was the strangest feeling. I went to get my whooping cough booster shot and I nearly cried in the car because he wasn’t with me. (WTF?!?!) I spent the entire time just thinking about him and wanting to get back home. At one stage I caught a glimpse of myself in a reflective surface and it struck me that while I look the same as I always have I have been forever changed. It also dawned on me; I’m someone’s Mother. I have a son.
I find myself at times just repeating that phrase over and over in my head; I have a son. I’m the same person, but I’m not. It’s weird. I still drive around with the volume too high, I still tell inappropriate jokes, I lick the spoon while baking (unless non-family members will be eating it!) but now I’m a mother. Surely now that I’m employed in the world’s hardest and most important job I should be more… I don’t know… responsible, adult, demure, contained. More mother like.
Maybe that will happen in the next month… maybe not. Either way I’m loving being in Sam’s life and I can’t wait to see what the future brings. He’s such a little bundle of potential.