One month

Marius turned one month old yesterday. I can't believe how fast time has gone by. The worst part is, I feel like I've missed out on most of it. His first 2 and a half weeks, I was totally down for the count. I couldn't even get up to change his diaper. Everyone else had to care for him, and I got to snuggle him while I was laying in bed, but I missed out on a lot.

We're SO lucky that Marius is a good baby. He's pretty mellow. Easy to care for. (Knock on wood. I hope I didn't just jinx myself by writing that.) He LOVES nursing when I'm not on medication and can actually breastfeed. When he drinks from a bottle, his fists are always balled up by his jaw. When he nurses, his arms are out and relaxed, and he falls asleep when he's done.

He's been a little gassy lately, so the pediatrician suggested using Mylicon gas drops, and he LOVES them. He could be fussy as all heck, and I'll put the dropper into his mouth and dispense the liquid, and he stops instantly. His eyes get wide, his eyebrows go up, and you can see him just laying there, savoring it. He also tries to lick his lips to get any extra that may be left there, but he doesn't quite have the skills to do that yet. He sits there sticking out his tongue.

Marius has been lifting his head up since he was born, and now he's really strong. I'll lay him on my chest, and he'll push himself up onto his elbows and turn his head from side to side. According to a book I have about developmental milestones, his head and neck control is that of a 2 month old. I guess he's taking after daddy and striving to be as strong as he can possibly be.

He's getting more and more aware of things around him. When he's fussy, if you let him look out the window he calms down. We played on the actvity mat a couple times this week, and he was interested in the hanging elephant toy and the mirror.

He's still wearing newborn size clothes, of which I don't have a big selection. Mostly sleepers, and one hoodie/pants outfit. All the outfits I bought were 0-3 months and up, since when I was pregnant the doctors were telling me he was in the 70th percentile and was going to be big. But that wasn't the case. I don't think he's even 8 pounds yet, and he's long and skinny.

The picture up top is from yesterday. He had a bath, I towel dried his hair but didn't brush it, and it dried all spikey. It was soooo cute, but it made him look like a big boy.

I'm loving every minute with my little man, even when he's crying or fussy or won't fall asleep. I'm just so grateful that I was blessed with him, and he's finally here for me to cuddle.