We have reached three months, my friends. Three months! RB has officially completed the fourth trimester. I see why they call it that. It was... An experience.
In the last three months, we've learned a lot.
Beau and I learned how to change diapers. RB is the first diaper I've ever changed. Turns out once you pop, you don't stop, 'cause we opened that first box of diapers and the shit kept coming (for real).
We have figured out how to keep this baby full enough to curb the food rage. If RB gets hungry, he will punish us all. We've learned some queues and his schedule and we now get yelled at a lot less often.
We have learned how to wash this kid. Initially washing a newborn was hard and confusing for me. He was so small and it scared me to hold him, let alone put him in water! We took a couple of mommy-and-me baths at first mainly on an attempt to curb colic symptoms. We had a baby bathtub at first that honestly just sucked. It sucked. RB hated it and so did I. Since then, we've got a tub seat and it works so much better for us. We've got a really cool light that makes the room look like of spacey. We've figured out calming music makes a difference. We've figured out how to get the water to the right temp (took a few tries but we got there). We figured out how to dry him off fast enough without him getting too cold and absolutely losing his shit. It has been a journey. But we're getting there.
We've learned that RB loves his Finding Nemo activity mat. He also loves the activity mat my aunt and uncle sent, which has a tiny piano he can kick. He's a kicky little thing.
We've learned he only likes Itzy Ritzy pacifiers. All the rest can go to hell.
We've learned he likes to be jiggled to sleep. Rocking is okay, bouncing is better. Jiggling is best. To me, it sounds counterintuitive. To him, it's heaven.
We've learned there is indeed a perfect temperature for drinking milk. Cold milk is a no from us, dawg.
We've learned how to survive on very little sleep.
We've learned a baby smile is worth a million bucks.
We've learned a baby foot massage is apparently incredible. I'm not surprised. Beau loves massages too. Like father, like son!
We've learned baby coos are a balm for the soul.
We've learned newborn life is tough. Colic is a bitch. But it's survivable.
We've learned that life is so much better with RB. Every day isn't easy, but every day is so damn worth it. All the spit-ups, blow outs, toothless smiles, spilled milk, baby cuddles, and late night wake-ups are moments we won't have for long. He's growing so fast. It won't be long before he's calling me lame and telling me to get out of his room.
We're still learning to soak up every moment, even the (sometimes literally) shitty ones. We know life is so much sweeter with our boy here with us.
Here's to our first three months with our son, and to watching him grow for the rest of our lives.
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