Two Month Old Isaiah

In a blink of an eye (definitely less than 40 winks), my little 6 pounder of a newborn has magically transformed into a (over 9 pound) happy and smiling 2 month old who is chunking up all over the place!! His little scrawny arms and legs are gaining “biceps” and rolls. They may be tiny, but they are on their way to be mighty!

His second month of life was just as interesting as the first… the best part was getting to see our sweet baby look us in the eyes and light up with a smile. I thought I had got all those hormonal cries out of my system, but the first time I saw my babe smile at someone (great grandma Carol!), I just about bawled my eyes out. I love to see the joy our boy brings to so many people. It’s truly amazing and I’m so lucky to be this boy’s mama.

The worst part of the month was finding out at his one month checkup that he may have pyloric stenosis… after he vomited ALL OVER the doctor’s office. We had to get an ultrasound straight away… but thankfully all that came back fine and the doctor determined that Isaiah has GERD. However, Isaiah’s mama thinks that all this is quite an overreaction to a one time vomiting incident…

ANYWAY, all that to say…. this month can be viewed in 2 parts. The first half was dealing with a very fussy Isaiah, but that second half of smiley Isaiah made it all worth it. We got through the worst part of the month which only left some amazing and fun weeks to be had. Not only does Isaiah give us some big gummy smiles, but he makes these cute little “laughs” when he gets excited and he kicks his leg like he’s running to catch one last ride at Disneyland before it closes. My heart just bursts at the thought of it. Everyone said the first 6 weeks were the toughest, but I had no idea how rewarding the time right after those 6 weeks would be.

Isaiah may have hated baths to start with, but once we figured out a good water temperature, he has grown to LOVE them. He’s just starting to smile and kick around in them, but for the most part he just relaxes in the water. He closes his eyes like he’s at the spa for the day. Just these past few days, we’ve even been putting just his legs in a partially filled sink to calm him down and it works like a charm.

He still loves to be outside. Another tactic to calm the fussy baby. During that tough 5th week, walks outside were my go to way to calm the babe. When he’s in my arms, he just stretches out his neck as far as he can and takes it all in.

One last thing to mention that Isaiah loves… his daddy. Only Andy can get him to sleep by singing and he gets the best smiles out of him. He just lights up for him. It’s the cutest and sweetest thing—even though I am SO jealous!

We’re still struggling with napping… we alternate between his swing, his carseat/stroller, and the Ergo during the day… but his sleeping at night in his crib has steadily gotten better and better. Just this past week, he has slept in 5 hour stretches to start! You guys, I slept for at least 4 hours in a row! It was AMAZING!

Our list of nicknames has grown… Peach Fuzz (one day you’ll have hair, baby boy), Wolverine (one day your mom will get better at cutting your ever growing and long fingernails), and Dad’s favorite: Bog of Eternal Stench (those farts of yours are LOOOOUD and boy do they stiiiiink!).

It’s crazy to think of those rough first 6 weeks now that we are on the other side. I already miss so much of it… after that first night where he slept 5 hours straight, I (deliriously) thought to myself, but doesn’t he need me more often than that?! I’m so thankful he’s growing and growing so well, but wow did that go by fast (edited to add, after I wrote this on Sunday, he only slept for 2 hours at a time all night so we’re not quite there yet :P). I can only imagine how quickly the months and years to come will fly by. So for now, I will savor his sweet sleepy cuddles, hold on to him just a bit longer while he fits snuggly in my arms, and wake up with a smile as I get up in the middle of the night when I hear him crying out for his mama (edited to add: I thought of my writing these words when he was getting up every 2-3 hours on Sunday night and it did help, thanks me for reminding me to love it ALL). Being this boy’s mommy makes me so happy, so blessed, and so overcome with a joy I never knew.

To the boy that has changed my life, my heart, and my soul forever… I will love you forever and ever from this time that you fit in my arms to the time you are grown taller than me. That day will be here before we know it, so from now until then, I will continue to cherish each and every moment—the crazy times and the wonderful—with you by my side.