Today, you are 3 months old. Today is the finish line everyone told me to run for. Today, the colic will end, the gas shall cease, and you will sleep 12 hours at night or I have every right to give you back.
I won’t give you back. I may see what you’re worth on Etsy.com, though.
I feel our relationship is best explained by this first photograph. Desperate. Comical. Hands-On. Tight. Slightly lopsided. One sock on the floor. Oh, the truth in this picture.
Let’s see… we started your life in March with some major issues: me learning to nurse, your horribly bad stomach, and you feeding every hour on the hour. Many tears flowed in the Mulder home.
A lot has changed in 90 days. You eat every 2.5 to 4 hours (yes, an improvement though not ideal). Your belly handles things m u c h better now and the gas is not so life-threatening 24 hours a day. Unfortunately, it’s taken so long to get that under control (or within bounds) that you never learned to sleep. You sleep for 4 to 5 hours at night, but daytime sleep is hard to come by in pieces longer than 30-minutes. You panic when you nod off, and then you yell. Loudly. Walking with a severe series of bouncing will always calm you down, but you find it nearly impossible to fall soundly asleep on your own.
This is really our only issue now- the falling asleep. Promise me one day you will love to sleep as much as the rest of the family. Otherwise, you’re on breakfast duty. I like dippy eggs.
Oh, wait. There is one other thing: you h a t e the car. While you and Ry have been opposites in every respect, this is the one thing you share. I can’t remember when she decided to give it up and literally go along for the ride, but I hope your day is today. Amen, and may it be so.
You are a stunningly beautiful child, and this has been your saving grace many a day. You started smiling at 6 weeks, and, Child… what a grin you have! Lordy. It could end the World’s wars.
I still don’t completely understand nursing, and I am sorry about that. How do I know you’re getting enough? Is 10 minutes enough? Why is it different every day? Do you suffer when I have a Hershey bar for breakfast? You are thriving, so I think we’re ok. I’m thrilled we’ve made it this far. Nursing is hard and amazing… and also hard.
You are handling your leg brace very well… I don’t think you even realize it’s there. I am your favorite. This may be due to the fact that I am the only one who can feed you, but it’s still fabulous for my self-esteem. You look good in orange, which is hard for a lot of people to pull off. Well done. I have learned to read, type, sew, write, answer the phone, cook, plant the garden, chase chickens, load the dishwasher, and sleep with only one hand. Thank you for stretching me.
Gideon James, you are 90 days old. You are a very cute pain in the butt. No family could possibly love you more.