Something magical and inexplicable happened when our boy turned three months old.
I think that it was that we finally hit a good rhythm that worked for the whole family. I no longer needed to pump eight times a day, and got more time to hold our son in my arms while he napped and just looked at him.
He started smiling while awake in response to us, feeling his environment, looking around at his world, making the cutest cooing and babbles…
I finally had a little bit of time and space to truly enjoy being his mom.
Even though I clearly remembered exactly what my birth experience felt like, watching my baby become less of a newborn potato made me really want to have another baby as soon as time and energy allowed.
We were finally out of survival mode, I think.
Our boy hated tummy time unless it was on me, and he started teething, but no teeth showed up for months. He was copying faces and started to laugh a little which was so precious. His babbles and the way he hummed to soothe himself while sleepy made both of his parents fall in love with him all over again.
He was magic.
Next week, four months update!
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