It’s five past ten and I’ve just celebrated Sam’s first three months with us with some freshly baked chocolate brownies and a glass of rum (left over from Christmas 2004 and discovered hiding at the back of the cupboard). Pip ray for Sam! It’s frightening how the time has flown and what a big boy he is becoming.
This morning we went to the Dekalb mum’s group once more and sat around discussing babies while the sprogs lay on blankets spread out on the floor in front of each mum. Sam had some tummy time but most impressive was when he was flopping around on his back and seemed to make a concerted effort to flip over onto his front.
In an effort to reach the little boy wriggling next to him he hoisted his legs up to his tummy and shifted his weight over to his side, where he wobbled for many moments while I cheered him on expecting a roll over any time. He seemed very determined. I tried to help by concentrating really hard and blowing him in the right direction, but it was to no avail and just as he seemed to be on the verge of toppling over he gave up, flopped back on to his back and started doing The Dying Fly once more.
At eleven we went upstairs to the lactation support group where he weighed in at a staggering 13lbs 4oz, or 6.08 kg.
When I got home I was surprised to see the truck in the drive. Bill was home. His office had been closed for the day due to a fire on one of the floors. I was really excited and happy to have him home, but after feeding the boy yet again I passed out and woke up at five with the afternoon behind me. Rats. Shame we didn’t get to spend the afternoon doing something nice, but I guess I was pretty exhausted so it was great that Bill was there to look after Sam and at least they got to hang out together. Sounds like Sam had a good afternoon in his gym and got lots of daddytime.
Here he is having a snooze in his cot today. I think he takes after my dad as he sleeps with his hands above his head and kicks his legs around.
Yesterday afternoon I got all creative again and tried my hand at making a tube sling. Sam was asleep when I finished it so I wasn’t able to test it last night, how frustrating, so I gave it a trial run this morning when we went out. I’m pretty pleased with it, and although think it’s a little small I wanted to wear it anyway to get a feel for how to make improvements in a future version. Sam really seemed to like it. As soon as I slip him into the pocket he seems really content and snuggles right up, or happily peers around. It’s really secure and it’s nice to have another way to carry him, yet have my arms free.
It’s certainly not a replacement to the Baby Bjorn carrier, but I think it will be easier to use when popping to the shops as I can keep the sling on (without baby it looks pretty good as a patterned tube around the shoulders) and then just slide him in and out of the pocket without having to fuss with clips.
I’ve noticed myself balking at having to go shopping if I need to make more than one or two stops, or nip somewhere quickly, because getting him in and out of the car seat, Baby Bjorn and pushchair does get tedious and we both end up hot and bothered. Fingers crossed this solution works out for us.
I’m excited, here’s to the next three months of dirty nappies, wriggling baby and feeling exhausted. Hooray for Sam!