Lucy turned three months old yesterday, and I must tell everyone: you were right. It definitely gets better when they hit that three-month marker.
About two weeks ago, Lucy started settling into a regular routine of eating, playing, and sleeping, which definitely makes my life a lot easier. She also can be distracted for short periods of time when she is crying (which is convenient during outings), and she is playing with objects. (One favorite is her burp rag.) This past week, we went to “one-sided” nursings in an attempt to reduce the spit-up production, and it seems to be helping a bit. Plus, there is the side benefit of having feedings take only 30 minutes as opposed to an hour. And did I mention how much fun Lucy is lately? All the smiles and giggles and squeals can brighten anyone’s day.
Photo: As of mid-July, Lucy loves to stand on your lap (with a little balancing help) and study your face.
I remember feeling pretty leery of Lucy in those first few weeks. I didn’t know how to read her cries, leaving the house felt like an insurmountable challenge, and I really struggled to believe that life would change. And truthfully, nothing seemed to change very much in those early weeks. But after four weeks we felt a bit more confident, and around eleven weeks Lucy started to be a lot more fun to hang out with.
I’d still love for Lucy to learn to fall asleep on her own (something to tackle next month), and we are nowhere near spit-up-free, but I’m seeing how having a baby can be more about fun and less about crying (today’s Daily Lucy notwithstanding).
I am so thankful for many of you who encouraged us in those early days and said, “It gets a lot better.” It was really difficult to believe you then, but I’m so glad you were right! You can tell me “I told you so” anytime you want. :)