The First 50 Days

Tomorrow Pipsqueak will be 50 days old.  Every mommy says they can’t believe how fast their babies grow but this time has really just flown by and while I’ve tried to suck up every moment of his tiny baby-ness it’s going by way too fast and I’m not ready for it to end!

But I’ve learned a lot about him the past 7 weeks and I have to say, aside from all the BIG surprises when he was born, he is just as I imagined he would be.

From a very tiny age in my tummy, he hated being poked at.  During his ultrasounds he would move away from the pressing probe and if I or one of the kids would touch his feet/bum he would reposition.  I could tell he just wanted his space and I had visions of him coming out of my belly and making a huuuuge stretch and never wanting to be squished again.

I was partially right.  While there was no big dramatic stretch and he loves to be snuggled close and doesn’t mind being in his car seat or buggy bassinet, he also loves to wiggle and squirm and kick and reach.

I had also predicted that he wouldn’t be one for swaddling and aside from a few nights around 3-7 days, I haven’t swaddled him.  Whereas all my other kids needed that tight wrap to feel cozy at night (Doodle for almost a year), Pipsqueak is perfectly content being laid down as is in his bed and being free to sprawl out, wiggle, grunt and attack his hands all night.

I’ve also always held out hope that he would be our “golden” child, the easy-going and happy one which we desperately need after our high-strung Sugarplum and Mr. Particular Doodle and so far he seems to be headed that way.  So long as he’s fed, rested and dry, he’s a happy guy.  He’ll happily lay on the floor and flail, watching the world (or ceiling fan) go by.  Or sit in his Bumbo chair next to sisters while they do their work.  Or lay on his changing table next to my desk while I work.

He is the most social baby I’ve ever known. He smiles at anyone he sees, even letting out a little giggle or “oh!” once in a while.  So long as there is someone close by, he’s good to go.

Sure, he has his fussy times. Some afternoons he’s had trouble staying asleep when he really wants a nap but usually just holding him takes care of everything even if it means I have to hold him while I cook dinner or snuggle him while I blog, I wouldn’t have it any other way.  He’s my last baby and I’m going to soak it in as much as I can!

Plus, even when he’s super pissed, he’s still super cute and lovable…