Cue the confetti - somebody is 1 month old!

Dear Spencer –

You’re one month old, little man. Do you feel old? I only ask because you’re losing your hair like an old man!

It’s been an amazing, amazing month for us. I looked at photos from your birth day today. I hadn’t realized how much you’ve grown since I saw those photos. Yet, despite all your changes, you still make the same scrunched up faces that you made minutes after your birth. Your hair is rapidly falling out and your eyes are changing color – they look a little greener these days. Hopefully soon we’ll have a better idea of what you’re going to look like when you are older.

I’m not sure how much of your personality we can see at this point and how much of what we see is just normal baby behavior. You love to be held and cuddled – the tighter we hold you, the happier you are. But, when you wake up – watch out. You want to eat and you want it NOW. Five seconds from now is not acceptable and leads to ear-piercing cries.

This week you’ve been discovering your body. You are grabbing for things and figured out how to put your hands in your mouth. Just a few minutes ago I discovered you playing with your feet for the first time. Oh, and you can throw your pacifier now instead of just spitting it out.

I’ve discovered a lot about myself too. I’ve had to discover depths of patience I didn’t know I possessed. When you’re up at 2am and have been wailing ear-piercing screams for two hours and we can’t figure out anything to calm you, I’ve never felt so helpless. I would give up if it were anything other than you. I have to find my reserves of patience and strength and keep at it. (By the way, when you are shrieking at us, something different seems to calm you each night – one night it’s the sound of the dustbustter, another night it’s swaddling, and another night you just want to be held. And some nights, nothing works except holding you and loving you until you stop.) I won’t even tell you about breastfeeding because when you’re old enough to read this you won’t want to hear about how you used to suck on my boobs (ewww, gross!).

I’ve also discovered new depths of love. Nobody better mess with you or they’ll have me to deal with. It hasn’t been easy, but you’re worth it. You are my precious little boy and I can’t wait to see what the months ahead have in store for us. Just don’t grow up too fast.

Love, Mom

Comments

[Abby]

Yay for you guys!!

Hey, you have your hair brushed in that picture - are you sure you're the mom of a 1-month-old? ;-)