Monday is going to be a big sort of day. For starters, it will mark the beginning of my last week on maternity leave. Secondly, Felix will be attending his 2 month check-up. I will also be picking up Stella’s immunization records for her first day of school in exactly 2 months, but that’s a whole other topic on which I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say later.
2 months already! My baby boy is already 2 months old. Sure, he’s grown. Each week now I have to carve out time to go through his drawers and the stack of stuff in his closet to make sure I have appropriately-sized clothing for him. Seriously. If I don’t do it every week, I have problems. I’m also quite anxious that the huge pile of Size 1 diapers I have stockpiled will not get used in time. I still have some in original packaging, so maybe I can exchange them. We’ll see. So yeah. He’s grown. He’s got big fat baby cheeks already, and I have to watch out during bath time not miss “cheese” in some of his rolls.
There are other changes. He’s still a pretty serious-looking little guy, but he’s starting to smile. There’s nothing better than when your new baby starts to grin at you for real. He focuses quite well. His neck control is pretty impressive. His poos have settled down such that it’s not a fairly-constant dribble of mustard-orange out of his butt.
When you have an older kid I think you forget so much of the newborn stuff. It somehow doesn’t make it into baby books or journals the way first steps or teeth do, especially for a second kid. And there really aren’t words to capture how it feels to have your tiny little person curl up asleep under your chin while you rub your cheek on the top of their warm fuzzy little heads. Their breathing is so strange and cute. It’s erratic and accompanied by all kinds of wheezes, snorts, and coos. They kind of snuffle rather than breathe the way you and I do. I had forgotten these things. I don’t want to forget them again.
Because this is it. There will be no more newborn stuff. I still have my plumbing but it’s disconnected. Honestly, I don’t think my household could take another kid for every possible reason out there even if I were so inclined. So these kinds of firsts are the last. Sure, we have a whole universe of other firsts to look forward to (or dread, as in puberty and talks about death and dying), but my baby days are numbered. That’s OK As much as I would love to bottle this up now and keep it, I can’t wait to see how these kids turn out.