five months

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December 23, 2015 by Heather


Dear Oliver,

It’s almost Christmas!  Your very first one, how exciting.  It is such a wonderful time of year, and I am so happy that you are here with us to celebrate.  You were “with us” last year, just a little bit hidden away.  In fact, I think exactly one year ago today was our first doctor appointment to hear your heartbeat!  It feels very special to have a baby at Christmastime. Something about holding you while celebrating the birth of another Baby makes it all feel very, I don’t know, even more special than it already is.  I was about to say something about how I can identify with Mary a little more, but that seems somewhat blasphemous and doesn’t really make much sense, considering her whole virgin status and Mother of Jesus status.


Let’s see, what can I tell you about how/who you are at five months (and a week) old?  You very nearly sleep through the night, save for a waking moment or two (or, sometimes, 6) when you squirm and fuss and need re-pacified.  The night feedings, however, seem to have subsided.  You sleeping through the night, coupled with your big brother finally going #2 in the potty, is the best Christmas gift ever.


You take 2-3 naps a day, if we are at home and can follow our loose schedule.  Morning, afternoon, and a short evening one, sometimes.  Must be nice to feel so rested, eh?  You have a 5-6 ounce bottle every few hours or so, and we’ve tried rice cereal but you are 100% not a fan.  May grind up some oats and try that instead.  I’m excited to start solids next month.


You little strawberry on your face is still there.  I hardly notice it anymore.  Dr. Edwards still says it will go away in a year or so, along with the one on top of your head.  An old man at the grocery store asked me what I did to your face.  You can only imagine the possible retorts that ran through my head.  Sometimes when you cry I like to pretend it’s your happy button and I push it.  Spoiler alert, it doesn’t work.


Let’s discuss your sweet disposition, because it is just the best.  You are the happiest little poot-head I’ve ever, ever, been around, let alone had the privilege to raise.  You smile, laugh, and coo all the time, even when you are sick.  You ran a fever and had a cough a bit last week, and were still so sweet.  I haven’t wanted to admit it, because I didn’t want to jinx our situation — but you truly are an easy baby.  I am completely smitten, have been from day one.  IMG_7368

I feel like these baby-days with you are going by so fast.  And it’s ok, I know that’s just the way this whole thing works.  There’s not much I can do to slow it down.  All I can do is savor each moment, hold you as much as I can, and pray that some memories of this time stick up there in the mess that is my brain.  I feel so blessed, so lucky.  I love you, my tiny darling.


Love Always,


P.S.  Merry Christmas!







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