I think most people fall into one of two categories: baby lovers or kid lovers. That's not to say that kid lovers don't like babies or visa versa, but in general, I think people either look forward to the baby stage more or the kid stage more. While I can't wait for Jonah to be my little sidekick, I also panic a little every Saturday when he turns another week old. I LOVE having a teeny tiny baby.
I love his little grunts and squeaks.
I love his expressions.
I love when he explores his body. During week three he was really into making bubbles and sticking out his tongue.
I love his soft little feet and tiny little toes. I love watching him flex his toes. I love that he's starting to rub his feet over my arms while he nurses.
I love that he already loves me. I love that he's not a fussy baby and only cries when he's hungry (which is all the time).
I love that he seems to remember doing Crossfit in Mommy's belly. Some babies are swayers or rockers, but Jonah's a bouncer. Sometimes the only way to make him happy is to sit on my yoga ball and bounce, shush, and pat his back. I joke that it reminds him of doing double unders.
Other notes from week 3:
- He's started grunting and moaning in satisfaction or frustration while nursing
- We had a few days of difficult nursing this week. Jonah would latch for a few minutes and then pull out and scream, and then go back on.
- Started cluster feeding for about six hours straight in the evenings. This makes for one tired momma.