This little cutie is three months old today. More “baby” than “newborn” now. This milestone is always bittersweet for me. I look forward to it because it means things like more sleep, more smiles and talking, less colic and tummy troubles, better head control so baby is easier to hold. But it also means packing away all the itty bitty newborn onesies and 0-3 month clothes, transitioning out of a swaddle because baby is too tall for all of them and learning to roll over, and saying goodbye to the tiny newborn whose head could fit in the palm of my hands.
A couple of days ago Alden hit that 52-weeks-post-conception mark and it was like a switch flipped. He’d always been a really good sleeper anyway (as far as newborns go), but suddenly he was sleeping all the time. With the exception of a prolonged awake period from about 8-11pm, Alden was now sleeping all day long. His usual four or five hour long sleep at the beginning of the night suddenly became seven or eight hours, a development I am certainly enjoying.
He also started talking. I mean really talking. He’ll gaze into our eyes and just babble on in that adorable baby dinosaur speak, with a happy smile on his face and his fingers intermittently in his mouth. Oh yes, he loves to chew and suck on his fingers! He also discovered his feet for the first time on Friday. The all-in-one outfit he was wearing had little giraffe footies on it, and he was mesmerized, staring at his feet. You could almost see the lightbulb over his head as he realized those feet were his and he could move them at will.
My sweet, darling boy. He has, without a doubt, been our easiest newborn. The only one without colic. The only one who let me sleep more than one or two hours at a stretch, and did so with regularity. The only one to take a pacifier and a bottle (hallelujah!). Alden is my only baby whose newborn stage I’ve been able to truly enjoy, and I am so grateful for it.
Alden is a full twenty-four inches tall now, having grown almost six inches since birth. He has also almost doubled his weight. He was seven pounds at birth and I suspect he is somewhere in the vicinity of thirteen pounds now. Zoey and Eleanor didn’t weigh that much until they were at least six months old!
These past three months have been three of the happiest months of my life. I am so looking forward to enjoying all the months and milestones to come.