Three Months Old!

Dear Baby G,

Three months have passed since the day you were born.

Kid, they don’t call it “the fourth trimester” for nothin’.  You’re still figuring this world out.  Either that, or you already have it all figured out and you’re just pissed that we keep acting like you don’t.  Allow me to explain.

One day old

You don’t like to sleep.  Like, at all.  They say most babies sleep a lot in their first few days at least, but since the beginning, you haven’t wanted to miss a thing.  We’ve read all the books and done everything right, but you still don’t want to sleep more than two hours at a time, tops.  Last night you were up every hour.  Sometimes we’ll get really lucky and you’ll sleep for three straight hours, but after two hours, Mommy wakes up and is convinced you must have stopped breathing.  Now, you are either still learning how to sleep, or you’re just so busy plotting world domination that you just don’t have time for it.  I have a feeling it’s the latter.

One week old

You look an awful lot like your daddy, but you know how I know you’re mine?  Your appetite.  This is connected to that sleep thing I mentioned earlier.  You eat a lot like I did when I was pregnant with you: every two hours, or there is a real possibility of a meltdown.

(Incidentally, I joke about knowing you’re mine.  Your daddy likes to tease, but your maternity can’t be questioned.  I will explain this in further detail in a few years.)

One month old

Everyone who meets you says it:  you’re just in a hurry to grow up.

Two months old

You want to ride a bike, eat a cheeseburger, and go to Disneyland.  And maybe, just maybe, you want to sleep through the night like the big boys do.

Three months old

I want these things for you too, G.  I really do.

But I’m trying not to want them too much.

Because I know that while the days (and nights) often pass slow…

The years will pass fast.

So let’s make a deal and both be in a little less of a hurry for you to grow up.  Because one day not too long from now, I will miss the times when all you wanted to do was sleep on my chest.

With that, let’s go get some sleep.

See you in two hours, sweetheart.

Love, Mommy.