I think we need a lighthearted pause in the middle of sharing about my postpartum saga.
This is mostly to help jog my memory in years to come, but enjoy!
I created a little photo collage film set to music, but when I tried to upload it on to the blog it was too big. It was kind of cheesy anyway, so that might be for the best. So, in lieu of that little film, here’s Henry laughing:
When did he start smiling? Call my crazy, but I remember the day: Sunday, November 27th, when Henry was exactly a month old. My friend, Amy, was visiting us and Henry starting really smiling. My heart could burst.
First tooth? Saturday, March 18th, when Henry was 4.5 months old. Nathan was the one who saw it! He now has his two bottom teeth.
How does he sleep? He woke up to eat every 2-4 hours for the first two months. He began sleeping for 6-10 hours a night when he was 2-3 months old. It was amazing and such an answer to prayer after my struggles after his birth. He regressed a lot around four months and started waking up again every 3 hours, so we started a gentle bedtime routine between 7-8pm most nights. It works about 75% of the time, and we’ll take that. I dream feed him before I go to bed around 11pm and then feed him again when he wakes up around 7am. He usually take two naps a day which last anywhere from 20 minutes to 2 hours (but usually between 30-45 minutes). I’m sure all those details are fascinating for you.
Laughs? Henry finds is hilarious if someone sneezes or coughs. I would find his taste in humor mildly insensitive, but, since he is my offspring, it’s adorable.
Sitting up? Sort of…he’s still a little wobbly and needs support if he’s sitting on a hard surface like our wood floors.
Crawling: No yet. Makes my life simpler and my arms stronger.
Eating: We’re going to start introducing solids soon. If you have any advice or thoughts about baby-led feeding, I’m all ears. A couple weeks ago, I did let him taste a few things when he seems interested. He’s tasted, but not really eaten, banana, salsa, avocado, and sweet potato.
Henry, you are a gift to us.