Wow, where to start... four months old already, MY little boy. It’s gone so quick! Meaning to start writing it straight after his birth I’ve only just caught my breath and he’s already started on solid food. Having a baby, not just any baby, having Connor is quite honestly the most amazing thing I have ever done, and I’m sure every mother says the same about their baby, but knowing that doesn’t make it any less true for me.
That’s not to say he doesn’t come without his challenges and as much as I convinced myself I was wholly and completely ready for him, nothing prepared me for how much he turned my life upside down, in a good way of course. As much as he may scream sometimes, all the poo, sick and unexpected wees during a nappy change are all forgotten when I get that first smile of the day, letting me know just for that minute I’m doing alright.
Anyway more about the boy, born seven pounds and eight ounces with a great mop of dark hair and big blue eyes he was alert and completely perfect. He arrived right when they said he would, on his due date, October ninth 2011. Now four months on, eyes still blue, hair getting fairer and coming in at twelve pounds twelve ounces, his progression and strength often overwhelms me. Every day it seems he’s taught himself something new, he’s been holding his head up for some time now and can easily hold his own weight and watching him lying on his front rolling himself over and over he is showing huge promise of some welcomed movement sometime soon. And if there’s one thing I’ve learnt about this little man, my little man, he knows what he wants and, as clichéd as it sounds, I’m the proudest mummy in the world watching him go for it.