My little man turns 20 weeks old today. It's amazing how quickly time really does fly by. All those weeks and months of painful time standing still while I was pregnant have been replaced by me waking up and realizing my newborn is almost 5 months old.
Before I go any further, I want to say what no moms around me have said before...motherhood is hard. And sucks sometimes. And is frustrating. And tear inducing. I felt like a terrible mother for telling my own mom a few months ago that yes I do remember what life was like before Oliver came into the world and it was SILENT. I don't want to sound ungrateful because I am so incredibly thankful every single day for the blessing of a healthy, happy baby. A coworker came back from leave of her first grandchild being born and the poor baby took some beatings during delivery and apparently his brain is swollen because of it. I had to physically bite my cheeks and hold back tears because I can literally not even begin to imagine what must be going through that mama's head, especially since she hasn't even been able to hold her sweet baby yet. So, I guess my first item of business is to request a prayer for little Ty and his family? I held Oliver a little tighter last night knowing just how lucky I am.
Here's where little man is this week:
I think he finally found his feet! He's not consistent with grabbing them (as with every other thing he does) but he seems to be making an effort these past few days.
He is finally, FINALLY rolling to his side and is sooooo close to rolling from back to stomach. I am trying not to worry that he doesn't roll yet and I'm hoping that can be attributed to him being over 20 pounds.
He tried sweet potatoes last night and you would have thought those were cake covered in chocolate with a side of honey or something. Nana T is here visiting and one minute I leave her to feed him and the next he's screaming because it's all gone.
Want to see how he wakes up every morning? I know, I'm a lucky lady.
I will confess something here. All my life I said I never wanted a little boy. That they were so foreign to me. I didn't know how to have a little boy. Well, the day I found out I was having Oliver, I just KNEW I'd be a boy mom and I could literally not have been happier. Truth be told, I swear I knew he was a boy from the moment I found out I was pregnant. Anyway, my secret is that I've been extra thrilled about him being a boy because of all the shark stuff they have out now. I'm obsessed with sharks and have been since I can actually remember memories. I even got SCUBA certified a few years ago so I could see sharks in person. My mom knows this and will buy every single item that has a shark on it that she sees. I will not even tell you how much I can't even handle all the shark stuff they have at Gymboree right now. I. Could. Die!!!
Two separate days, same smiley face. I swear, I don't know what I did to get so lucky. It's nice to look back on really old posts and realize how far I've come.
Well, I hope everyone has a great weekend! We are traveling to Virginia after work tonight so I can spend a little time with my GMA tomorrow.