My baby is 3 months old. He's no longer considered a "newborn", he's now officially and infant. I've looked up 3 month milestones and he has hit all of them. Actually, he's gotten all expected 4 month milestones down as well. My precious little boy.
We've had a few big steps. I had to start back to work this week, Thursday.
Liam is as stubborn as I am so of course he decided a few weeks ago that he was going to have nothing to do with a bottle. We tried warm milk, cold milk, freshly expressed milk, warming nipples, 5 different bottles, and having me leave the house. Thursday morning came and all I could do was I hope and pray that he would decide that it was OK to take a bottle from the babysitter.
This is how it went-
Day 1- I cried on the way to the baby sitters. I cried on my way to work. I cried at work. (Thankfully my first day of work was a half day). My baby who usually eats every 2 hours ate at 6:30 AM then refused all bottles. He waited for momma to get home at 1:00. He was exhausted from crying and hungry when I picked him up. I cried. I cried that I was starving him. I cried that I was hurting my baby and there was nothing I could do to help him. I fell asleep crying.
Day 2- I cried leaving him. I cried UGLY tears. I sobbed because I knew how hungry he would be if he didn't eat. BUT.... come10:30 AM I got the best text message ever. Liam took a bottle. He was hungry and must have known that it would be a looooong time before he got to eat. Granted, he ate only 5 ounces the entire day when he'd usually eat 20, but he ate. Yay. Now come Monday, I will cry. But it won't be because of my starving baby, it will be because I miss my baby.
Going back to work is the hardest thing ever. I never thought I would want to stay at home, but I do. I don't want to miss a second with my little guy. I don't wanna. WAAAAH!
Here he is: 3 months old today.