Today Wyatt is three months old.
It feels like he arrived so very long ago.
I can't really remember life without him.
Really it was such a short time ago that he joined our family.
It's strange to me that the boys will never remember a time without him.
He's changing every day it seems.
Now he's sleeping six or seven hours in a row, fitting in six month clothing & weighs 16 lbs. 6 oz.
At night I sing him my favorite lullaby and he goes off to dreamland in a wink.
He awakes once a night to eat, sweetly suckling with his eyes closed.
He's an easy going little brother, joining in whatever adventures the big brothers & I have.
He can sleep through any amount of noise & only cries when something is truly wrong.
His eyes are still a sharp blue, and his hair, still dark, is starting to fall out a bit.
I can't wait to see how it grows back in.
His beautiful pink skin is full of beautiful breast-fed baby fat.
His arms & legs look like I've put rubberbands around them.
Oh, how I love his baby rolls.
I am finding myself happy.
So happy.
It's shocking, really, to have joy despite my circumstances, but I am rolling with it.
I attribute my happiness to these boys.
The big boys love the little boy.
Even if that love is sometimes a little rough.
Or in Logan's case- a LOT rough.
The other day in the car he was playing with a bungee cord & he poked Wyatt in the eye with it.
Just to see what happened.
What happened is the next day I had to take Wyatt to Urgent Care because he had a scab on the white part of his eye with red veins bleeding all around it. From there I was sent to a pediatric eye specialist who determined that Wyatt got lucky- his was just a surface scratch & should heal up with no permanent damage. {sigh}
But I reckon with two three year old siblings, that's just par for the course.
And lucky for me, Jack is pretty gentle & always a really good helper,
giving Wyatt his binky, or blanket or bubba and anything else he may need.
That's a huge blessing.
The boys aren't the only ones who love the baby.
I love him.
Oh, how I love him.
Sometimes I will hold him and just cry.
I am so grateful that he is in my life.
So grateful that I got to experience a singleton.
And so grateful that he is healthy.
I am so blessed by this little buddy.
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Oh my, he's getting more and more cute all the time. I love the ones of him sleeping.
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures, you look pretty in the last one! Next time I see you I'm going to have to take some pictures of you and all 3 boys (but not with two of them crying like last time, haha!).
ReplyDeleteHe is so big I can't wait to see all of you again. Love you all so much
ReplyDeleteOkay the froggie jammies are to die for. He is such a dream, it was awesome to see him in person this weekend, love, love, loved the cooing.
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