The first glorious month was wonderfully hard yet perfect and a blur. Three days after we got home from the hospital I got mastitis. Getting mastitis with a less than one week old was emotionally and physically excruciating. I had a high fever, aching body/boobs, was uncontrollably shaking, and had bleeding nipples. And I had to power through in order to feed my baby every 1-2 hours. I cried during every feeding for 7 days. Every single feeding. Getting mastitis is bad, getting it before me and baby have mastered breast feeding is worse.
... Thank God we survived that, because if we can get through that, we can get through anything. Also thank God for an incredibly supportive and helpful husband.
The first two months consisted of Futcher and me taking lots of naps and our days flying by. He isn't a fussy baby but he is baby, so yes, he does fuss. We did tons of rocking, bouncing, and walking all through the night during those first 2 months. *If you're pregnant or have a new born, get an exercise ball and sit and bounce. Seriously.* Once he hit about 8 weeks he decided to 'sleep through the night'. He sleeps 4-5 hour stretches, eats, and falls right back to sleep at night starting around 10 pm. Somehow we got a pretty chill baby (:
Three months is so much fun. Futch puts sounds with his smiles and soon his little laugh will develop. At 10 weeks he rolled over from tummy to back. He loves his exersaucer even though we have to put a pillow under his feet so he can stand in it. He has the best toothless smile. He constantly has his hands in his mouth and is full of drool. Drool kisses are the best.
I love everything about being a mom and a family of 3. Every cry, every diaper, every smile, every spit up, every babble, every 3am feeding. Every thing.
