At one month, Oliver…
:: Is pretty darn adorable. He is just so squishy! I can’t get over the double chin.
:: Is nearly 10 pounds! (well, he actually is 10 pounds as I type this, but was almost there at 1 month). It’s so strange having a chunky baby — Charlie was always such a string bean. He still fits in newborn clothes because he’s also short, but we’ll be doing the clothing shift in the next week or so.
:: Doesn’t actually have a birth certificate yet. He was born at home (birth story to come), so I have an appointment to get him “registered” next week and then he’ll be on his way through a complicated (and expensive) journey of paperwork and logistics which will hopefully leave him with both a US passport and a UK visa.
:: Looks more like his dad than me. Which is pretty awesome. I’m excited to have two boys who favor each of us in different ways. It will be so much fun to see how he grows!
:: Loves being held. A lot. Unfortunately I am not going to be one of those people who say, “Oh, second babies are so easy! They sleep all the time! Blah blah blah…” Nope. Not always true. Don’t get me wrong, he’s generally quite happy (although this week is a growth spurt and wonder week, so he’s grumpier than normal in the evenings), but none of the “happy to be put down wherever / sleeps so easily” fluff and roses. He sleeps in his moses basket at least once a day, but not usually for very long. I’ve started getting longer stretches of “floor time” with him, but only if I’m right there next to him and only for a few minutes.
:: Does sleep pretty decently at night, and thankfully hasn’t had any of the “mixed up” circadian rhythms that lead to midnight pacing and a wide awake baby. He wakes up to eat a few times but goes right back to sleep, at least until the early morning when he starts his “grunt for an hour and then do a giant poo” routine (another thing I’m hoping he’ll grow out of soon).
:: Grunts like a baby goat. It cracks me up and is super adorable! He’s super, super grunty and I hope he doesn’t grow out of it too soon. He’s also started to add noises like, “AhhhAHHHHahhh” and “Oi!”
:: Spits up. A LOT. Another thing that’s a new experience for me. Our laundry has increased tenfold, it’s unlikely (even with burp cloths out the wazoo) that either Oliver or I will make it through the day without a change of clothes, and as I type this both my wrap and my sling are air-drying from being chucked on earlier. I’ve thought about cutting out dairy to see if it helps, but the spitting up/gassiness is his only “symptom” and to be honest, thinking about no dairy makes me want to weep. I’m just crossing my fingers that his digestive system will figure things out soon.
:: Loves being carried in my wrap (a beautiful Didymos gifted to me by a friend), which I’m so thankful for. The woven wrap feels so much more secure than my stretchy wrap (Moby) or ring sling; pretty crucial when you’re chasing a 2.5 year old around. I’m hoping to work on doing a back carry once he’s a bit older and has better head control.
:: Has an older brother who loves him…and also licks him. On the head; go figure. Charlie has been hitting all the normal strides of getting a new sibling, including some regressions (thankfully nothing massive) and extra wild/emotional behavior. But things have evened out a lot, especially as we’ve gotten into somewhat of a more regular routine, and Charlie loves to talk about “Ol-li-ler” and giggles whenever Oliver touches him or looks at him “funny.” Tonight I had Oliver in the bath with Charlie for a little bit and Charlie had a blast pouring water on his tummy. We talk about how Oliver doesn’t do a whole lot right now but will play with Charlie when he is older, which Charlie loves. Things like, “Ol-li-ler get bigger, Ol-li-ler go to the park with me! I show Ol-li-ler how to climb!”
:: Has really started to wake up and kick and check out the world around him. We’ve even gotten a few actual grins out of him in the past few days!