Well I better post this before Thatcher hits three months (yikes).
Two months already! What! Stop it!
Thatcher is 11 pounds 9 ounces, 24 inches long, 75 percentile for height, weight, and head circumference. Why do we even measure that last one? Size two diapers. He eats every 2 1/2-3 hours during the day, and usually does a good stretch of 5-6 hours at night! YAY! The other night he did eight hours in a row. I felt like a new person. He catnaps during the day, twenty minutes here, forty minutes there, but he sleeps so well at night I don’t even care. His thighs are getting so round and chunky! He has the cutest little double chin. Totally going to have blue eyes, once again I don’t have a brown baby.
Thatcher loves bath time, he’s just about to graduate to the big tub. He sort of loves being swaddled? Like he sleeps better swaddled but he works HARD to get that one little arm out. For awhile he just slept with his arms over his head which was so cute but I felt bad that his little hands were cold. He is starting to reach for things and hold onto little toys… he will sit under the little playmat thing for a few minutes while I do my makeup or something. He is my first baby that doesn’t love the carseat. I mean it’s almost funny, as soon as he is in it he CRIES until we go and then sometimes he falls asleep, sometimes he does not. He still doesn’t take a paci. Lincoln was a paci monster, seriously he was addicted so it’s weird this kid won’t take one. We tried the mam brand? And that kind works a little bit? Would be so convenient sometimes though. The other day I used the sentence “Me and the boys” when I was talking to Jazz about what we were doing and it made me happy. Me and the boys. Plural.
Thatcher is smiling. Big gummy open mouth smiles. And when he did that for the first time I just exploded. Today he giggled! Real giggles! I died. I want to know what kind of insane chemical God created to make us forget about being pregnant. I’m not sure what it is, but I’ve already forgotten how miserable and uncomfortable it feels there at the very end. Totally need/want ten more babies.
This has been so fun… I’ve always loved the newborn stage and wish it would stretch just a little bit longer. For so long we were so focused on having a baby. Getting pregnant, staying pregnant, having that baby and bringing him home– I sort of forgot about the rest of it. The smiling, the cooing, milestones. Seeing him with his siblings. (Well, let’s be honest, it’s just Isabelle. Lincoln is like peace out homey.) Anyway, it’s just been so fun to enjoy all of these things that I forgot about, the things that come after the delivery. Just thinking of his whole first year and a birthday party at the end of it. Makes me excited.
I did have a little bit of a breakdown the other night….probably overdue. The more I experience with Thatcher, the more I am reminded what I missed out on with Max. It breaks my heart again and again, and it’s hard. My time with Max was SO short, it’s hard not to compare.
The most important thing I want to remember about Thatcher after two months is how much JOY has entered our home since he was born. I just keep telling people we are so happy! So happy. I’ve shed so many joyful thankful tears and know our prayers have been heard and answered. He was sent to heal my heart, that’s for sure.
Sometimes he falls asleep nursing and I put him on my shoulder to burp him and his little cheek is squished against me and I can hear his breathing all slow and happy and I say outloud UGH I LOVE THIS BABY SO MUCH I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. He’s perfect.