Baby Taco: 3 months, 1 day
I took the weekend off from writing for some reflection. When I write I tend not to think and just let my hands go. I needed to really figure out a new plan for life and get things in order. Once things come into place I will be sure to put it on here but for now, enjoy the mystery.
If you can believe, we have a 3 month old. Time is flying! I feel like we just brought him home. From the beginning we have been so lucky. I know it’s not right to brag but damn, we have hit the jackpot in tiny humans.
My husband and I joked that it was his 90 day review and we sat him down and told him all the amazing things he has been doing. He smiles. Taco knows he’s the best thing to ever happen to both of us. My husband and I are in no doubt meant to be but Taco was our missing piece. With him, our family feels whole.
Everyday he is changing and surprising us. Last night he would look at my husband, wait for him to talk and then look back at me and throw his arms and legs up and babble in excitement. He’s getting so much more aware of the people and things around him.
I’m not working right now but I feel like caring for a 3 month old is work enough. He’s not just a sack of potatos that only want to be cuddled anymore. He likes to play. Obviously we are not sitting at the table playing Monopoly but he likes it when you lay on the floor and join him for tummy time. He loves it when I sing, bring his hands together and dance. He smiles when you tell him stories can’t get enough of bathtime and swimming in the water while I hold his head.
He sleeps through the night! We put him in his crib around 10-10:30ish and he will sleep until 6 or 7. My friends say there is a 4 month sleep regression that I am dreading. Taco spoils us letting us sleep so much. When he sleeps, he smiles and laughs. Sometimes his face will grimace and he will cry out. Seeing someone dream like that is fascinating. It’s beautiful.
When he was born doctors were so worried that he would have lasting deficiencies. They kept saying there was a strong possibility for CP and that Taco’s right side was weaker than his left. I mean, I’m no doctor but this kid is strong! He will be rolling over consistently in no time. He will lift his head and wiggle. He wants to roll so badly. He has done it twice before by accident but his movements now are become so much more controlled and focus. The next time he rolls will be because he wants to not because he was wiggling too much.
My husband and I were watching the Oscars last night and we can’t help but talk and dream about what he’s going to grow up and be. Will he one day be a famous actor? Or write beautiful scores that will make you weap? Or be a pizza man? You just never know. He has a whole world to live and so many things to learn.
When I look into his eyes, I know that he loves me. He trusts me to protect him, feed him, make sure he’s clean. He knows who his parents are. I can’t wait for the day when he reaches his arms out to me. When he can say, “Mom, I love you”. When he take those first steps. When he falls in love and when he gets his heart broken. I can’t wait to tell him all the secrets of the world. For now though, it is all about funny faces, high pitched words and singing.
Happy quarter of a year Taco. Keep on growing and keep making your parents proud.