Time has really, really gone by fast! Max is one month old already. He has changed so much since we brought him home from the hospital! He has lost some hair, lost his cord, (finally) lost the ring from his circumcision, rolled over twice already, holds his head up and looks around like a turtle and is loved by his big sisters immensely.
His personality seems to be a bit like his biggest sister (i.e. his cry is not a cry, it's a scream), but also very sweet and calm (when he's fed and not tired!) like his big sister. He has been a lot more alert, starting around 3-4 weeks. I'm trying really hard to do the eat, awake and sleep routine. It's a little more difficult with two other kiddos in the mix, especially since the oldest is pretty much obsessed with him:)
We had some feeding issues the first week home. I wasn't able to nurse Max at all for about 5 days. In fact, I was afraid of how much the girls were going to be talking about/showing people how to nurse their babies. Instead, I found Morgan with a bottle under her shirt. I asked what she was doing and she replied, "Pumping milk." So, that sums up what has been going on around here!! I'm finally able to feed Max without any extra help:) And, he's a growing boy. At 2 weeks, he was over his birth weight, at 9.3 pounds. He is well over 10 pounds now and starting to get a double chin...I love the baby chub.
Sleeping is hit or miss. He sleeps great when he's held...who wouldn't, right? He's a much better sleeper at night. He wakes pretty much every 3 hours to eat, but goes straight back to sleep. There is a random 4am feeding that he prefers to sleep in Brad's arms after, though.
My parents have a similar picture of me, around 2-3 weeks old, holding my head up and looking around. I love his fuzzy head:) This might have been the day for the first rollover. I wasn't going to count it, but Brad said it counts. He's rolled twice again from his tummy to his back.
This was one week later. His "official" one month birthday. He's lost some hair, started smiling and sticking his tongue out...just like his biggest sister did.
When Max is awake, he is usually surrounded by these girls. They still can't get enough of him (even, ahem, at seven weeks old).
I realized I never documented Max's birthmark on the back of his leg. We noticed it at birth, but it was flesh colored. A couple days after we brough him home, it started turning this reddish pink color. It's not the clearest picture, but you get the idea. It has already changed a little since this was taken. Our pedi thinks it might be a hemangioma. We're keeping an eye on it and she's going to check it out at his next appt.
And, finally, the official onesie picture. I really lucked out with this. Kelly had baby Will last April. For her shower gift, I made onesies/shirts for each month during his first year (so she could take montly pictures, like she did with Tate). Little did I know, I'd be due the next April, with a boy, and be able to put them to use again! I really did not plan it that way, although I know it looks suspicious:)
We love, love, love our baby Max. He fits right into our little family and just goes with the flow. We've been out of town already, dragged him to gymnastics, dedicated him at church, been to birthday parties/playdates, grocery shopped with all three and to the park. That is probably the biggest difference with the third. Life does not stop. It can't! I so wish I was this way when Mallory was born. I feel like I am much more relaxed and chilled out with this guy.
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Love the onesie picture!
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