If you had told me a year and one day ago that I would be a mother today, I would have laughed at you and probably bet you an obscene amount of money that it wouldn't happen. In a way it seems like just yesterday, but at the same time so much has happened in the past year that it seems like a life time ago. Finding out I was pregnant took all of our plans and threw them straight out the window. God laughed at our plans and said "I'll show you!" Proof that He does know best.
Today I couldn't feel more blessed to be married to the most amazing guy and be the mother to the most perfect baby boy in the world. A year ago, I have to admit that I was scared out of my mind. I didn't know anything about babies and I definitely was worried about what people would think. Since then I have morphed into this new person that I never knew was inside of me...and I realized that the people who matter love me regardless. I tried to learn as much as I could about babies before Max arrived, but as much as I tried to prepare it didn't really matter because the instincts clicked in when he was born.
It's funny how your perspective changes so much over the course of a year, especially when you become a mom. What seemed like the most terrifying day a year ago has turned out to be the biggest blessing I have ever received and the day that my life changed in such an incredible way!
Monday, April 16, 2012
It is so hard to believe that 4 months have passed since the day my perfect little man was born. He has changed my life in such an big, amazing way! It would be impossible to try to fill you in on everything that has happened, so I'll touch on some highlights and try to go into detail on following posts.
Max Cameron Magee was born on December 15th, at 9:00 a.m. He was 8 lbs 3 oz and 20.5 inches. The birth went really smoothly and was so much easier than I ever imagined! At 2 months he weighed 13 lbs 10 oz and 23 3/4 inches, and today at his 4 month appointment he was 17 lbs 3 oz, and 25 3/4 inches...90th percentile. He is obviously a big boy. He is officially in 9 month clothes and we are finishing off the last of the size 2 diapers in the next few days.
He is constantly moving! When he's laying on his playmat he is kicking his legs, swatting at the toys or rolling over. When he is in his jumperoo he will jump for nearly an hour! He can't even touch the ground yet when he is in it, but we just put a folded towel underneath him. I'm afraid that he is going to completely skip walking and just start running one day! We joke that if he wasn't so active that he would look like a Thanksgiving turkey. But, I absolutely love his little rolls!
His personality is wonderful. He loves to smile and is extremely vocal! He will just talk and talk to himself while he is playing. The first time I heard him laugh it literally brought tears to my eyes! It was the most perfect sound I have ever heard. Lately he has really started laughing a lot, especially when we bounce him on our knees or kiss his stomach.
I always knock on wood when I talk about this, but he has been sleeping through the night for quite awhile now. He goes to sleep around 8:30 and wakes up around 7:30 in the morning. His naps during the day are getting shorter and more infrequent, but I would much rather him sleep through the night, so I am not complaining!
I caught myself getting a little emotional tonight when I was putting him to sleep. He makes the sweetest sound when he yawns and when he did it tonight I tried to make a mental note of how it sounded so that I would never forget it. It amazes me how quickly he has grown and how he has developed this little personality over the last few months. It's true what they say, that you have never loved something so much until the moment that they are born, but I love him more everyday. I look forward to so many fun times, but wish I could just press pause and enjoy this time a little longer!
There were a lot of sleepless nights and showerless days in that first month or so, but it's weird how none of that really matters now and how little of that you actually remember. I'm sure if I really thought about it I could think of plenty of times that I felt like I had tried anything and everything to get him to just stop crying, and I'm sure that there will be many more trying times in the future, but when I think back, only good memories come to mind. I guess that's God's way of getting people to have more kids!
Well, there I go being a typical mom and shamelessly bragging about her child. I just can't help it though! Like my great grandfather told my mother "Every crow thinks theirs is the blackest."