Our little man is 2 months old today. (He’s 8.5 weeks old really…) He’s changed so much over the past 2 months it blows my mind. He’s smiling and giggling. He’s making sounds that are distinctive from just crying. He is looking around and taking in his world. He’s just amazing.
It’s hard to think that this time 12 months ago we were in the process of commencing another round of IVF. We were talking about it being our last round of IVF if it didn’t work. We had no idea what lay ahead of us. We were talking about it last night and in a lot of ways the two of us still can’t believe that it worked or that we even had to do IVF to get here. The whole thing seems like it happened to someone else. However when I think about maybe going through another round of IVF to give Sam a sibling the feelings come flooding back and I’m not sure I have it in me to go through it again. But that’s something to think about another day.
For the moment our hands are full trying to get to know the little miracle that we have. Every day I feel like we learn something else about him. In the past weeks we’ve started to try and cobble together some sort of a routine. We’re all learning our own sleeping patterns. He’s starting to have a few nights where he’s sleeping for 5 to 8 hours. (Much to the freak out of his mother!)
I’ve taken him on a couple of adventures out of the house and it’s been really great. Last week we took him to the pub for the first time and he slept through the whole thing! I took him to Edgar’s to get some fries with a lovely bunch of ladies and their wonderful children. It’s just been really good to see him out and about and interacting (to some degree) with other people. I’m still really nervous about him getting a cold or something because we’ve taken him out but even that’s starting to fade to a certain extent.
With that being said he was back at the GP again this morning. Over the past couple of days we’ve noticed that he’s had a bit of a cough. Nothing major, comes and it goes and only seems to cause him concern when he’s laying down or crying. Other than that he seems fine but to be on the safe side we took him back to the doctor. She confirmed he was fine and that nothing seemed to be wrong and that it’s most likely just him dealing with reflux.
While we were talking to her she did talk about how new parents often do better with having family around them in the beginning because it’s a touchstone to see if what they’re doing or experiencing is normal. Which is true. On the weekend we had HUBBY’s Dad and Partner with us and it was awesome to be able to ask them if he was normal. (Well, as normal as a child from our genes could be!) I really loved it. Makes me really long to have family around us.
There’s been highs and lows in the past month. I find myself sometimes thinking I’m king of the world and then at other times I find myself thinking that I’m doing everything wrong. Today I talked to the Doctor about possibly going back on my anxiety medication. I’ve just been so emotional in the past 2 weeks and I’ve been worried that I’m slipping back into that place. After talking to the GP I’m feeling a lot better about it all. Turns out I have healthy anxiety (never knew there was such a thing) which should put me in good stead as I’ll be sure to get him checked out when things aren’t right. I’m not sure if she was just trying to make me feel better, but it worked. She’s asked me if I still feel like I need to take the medication in a month, or it gets worse, to come back and see her.
I think that it will be fine, I’m praying that it will be fine. I feel so much better now then I did that first week, so I’m thinking that this patch of anxiety will pass as well. I just need to take it one day at a time and trust that we’re making the right decisions.
Sam had his six week check up last week and he passed with flying colours. He’s now tipping the scales at 5.4kg and his head measures 42cm in circumference. That puts him in the 75 – 80th percentile. I don’t really care about all that guff, I’m just happy my little man seems to be thriving. He’s nearly moved out of his 0000 and is well into his 000 clothes.
He’s still loving bath time and so are we. We were only reflecting on how much he’s grown by comparison to how much of the bath he now takes up. The doctor told us today that we should be preparing to see him have a growth spurt around now. I look at him today and think he’s such a big little boy, but I know he’s going to get even bigger. Funny thing is that when we take him out of the house I think he’s so tiny, so so tiny.
I’m just so happy to have him in our lives. He’s a pure joy. I never thought I would experience this level of love in my lifetime. I’m ever so thankful for being blessed beyond measure. So very thankful.