More giggles

So far, the third month has been the best so far. He is small and chubby enough to be cute but old enough to be quite responsive. He smiles when you smile, frowns when you frown, and giggles when you giggle. Sometimes, you can catch him talking to himself nonstop for about fifteen minutes and then end with a big whoooo! As if he is out of breath. His little legs are in a stomping frenzy and his hands grabs anything within reach. These are fun times. We'll enjoy this as much as possible.

The First Three Months

The past three months have been amazing - amazingly difficult and amazingly joyful!

Amazingly difficult - We waited patiently for 40 weeks anticipating the coming of our first child. We worried about everything from the pain of delivery to abnormalities in the child. So many uncertainties arise despite reading many books and websites on the matter. We knew breastfeeding was difficult for most people but we didn't realize it was this hard and frustrating, ah... no wonder so many people just pump it out or do formula. I don't blame them. We wanted to try cloth diapers but during the chaotic first month, with the baby crying and the sleep deprivation, you don't even have the time and energy to wash dishes or clothes let alone tackling a large pile of stinky cloth diapers. With the body recovering from the massive trauma of child birth and the onslaught of fevers from breast engorgement, the husband better to super nice and sensitive to her feelings and do most of the diaper changing, bottle cleaning, and all housework. Hey, the husbands have it easy.

Amazingly joyful - When you first see the baby come out of the womb: so small and precious. Nevermind the blood and gore of the whole scene, he is just so small and fragile. Well, according to the nurses actions, he really is not that fragile, toss him around, rub him dry, solid pats of the back for burping... His first day amazed us as he sleep most of the day and we thought we had a good sleeper until the second day when he would only sleep an hour at a time afterwards... He eyes went from barely open, to wide open but dazed, to focusing on moving objects, to recognizing your face, to brightening up when seeing your face. His mouth went from only crying, to goo goo gaa noises, to smiling and giggling when he sees you smile. In the beginning, you can easily hold him in one hand but the other hand had to support his head. Now, you strain just to pick him up with two hands and he is wiggling around making it much more difficult, so heavy and active.

The first three months have been both amazingly difficult and amazingly joyful: