The baby now weighs at 7 kg, more than twice his birth weight, as heavy as his elder brother when he was 3 month old
His head circumference and weight are at the 90th percentile but his height is stuck at the 50th percentile
A stout and no longer so little guy and I am beaming with pride when I write this as 99% of him today comes from mama’s milk
A toothless grin or a pouty lips with his brows knit to a frown defined his 2 most prominent facial expressions
The former greets me every morning and it just makes me a tad less tired
He looks very different in each expression
He loves playing with his saliva, blowing bubbles
His elder brother calls him the bubble machine
He does that when he is hungry and when he sees me coming
Somehow he has learned to equate MAMA with FOOD
He seem to have found his voice.
He coos at his hanging mobile
He oohs and ahhs when talked to
He chuckles when his ribs are being poked at
He is much more playful than his elder brother this age
He is able to hold his neck now and he enjoys looking around him when held up
Because of his stronger muscle, we have added some new bulky toys to his meagre collection
A hand-me-down Bumbo chair from his elder brother
A hand-me-down Jumperoo from his twin cousins
A hand-me-down rocker from a dear friend
They came in handy when I need my hands free but he usually won’t want to stay in any for long
He seem very eager to use his leg
His kicks are powerful and he enjoys pushing himself up to a standing position, showing his biggest grin as if with great satisfaction
I thinks he enjoys looking at his surrounding from different positions, lying, sitting, tummy down and standing
Each gives a different view
Just 3 months into his life and I felt that I could understand what the baby wants even though all he does is cry. It is only now that I understand what parenting books means by recognizing babies’ different cries to know what they want.
I definitely can handle Marcus better than when I had Malcolm and because of that, I have been bringing the kids to places on my own. I am less panicky and more relaxed and because the baby sleeps so well when in motion, it is actually less tiring for me to bring them out than to stay at home.
I realised that, when I had Malcolm, I was LEARNING to be a mother.
Spending most of my time trying to decipher the baby’s cries can be stressful.
Unable to pacify the baby in the public can be stressful.
Having a baby who refuse to sleep in his own cot and waking up every 2 hours for feed can be stressful.
When the baby controls your life, IT IS stressful.
Now, with the experience from my first born and all the lessons learned through the hard ways I am surprise that I could actually ENJOY the baby. He is such a happy baby and his smile is SO contagious.
If only all babies are this easy, I don’t mind having a couple more.