Nursing is still something he enjoys. He would rather starve than take a bottle. While in Fresno and out at a restaurant, Robin looked at me very intently and signed "milk." Of course I complied. He has done it twice since so I don't think it was a total fluke.
I was starting to worry that he might never sit on his own. It's only been in the last week that he sort of could sit unassisted. Each day he gets a little bit better. Today is his best day yet at sitting.
Sleep is getting better, but he still wakes at least twice during the night, usually 3-4 times. He is down to about three naps a day. Today he only took two and it left him pretty tired. The upside was he was willing to snuggle a grandma.
It has taken having a third baby to really learn how to soak it all in, to slow down and acknowledge the quiet moments. I relish those brief occurrences when the whole world quiets and it is just him and me. I sigh as he looks back at me with a satisfied, knowing smile as he finishes nursing. I inhale a little more deeply when grabs my face to pull it closer and gnaw on my cheek. Nothing brings me more joy then when he closes his eyes, smiles, and coos when I nuzzle him. I look forward to the weekends when he and I can spend more time snuggling.
Maybe some moms experience this with their first. Maybe it's because I do not know if I will have anymore that I try to relish every little baby moment. Maybe it's because Robin is an old soul and has a knowing soberness to him at times. Robin brings a certain peace for which I am grateful. His pregnancy taught me more about myself and how to accept what life brings.
I love this little man so much. It's okay if he hasn't even come close to doing an army crawl. It just means I get more time with my baby. No rush. He can just focus on perfecting the art of sitting for now.
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