I can't believe how fast the time has gone... especially seeing as each night seems to last an eternity :)
But indeed, he has reached the epic four-week milestone.
In honour of that milestone (or really because it was time) we went and had him weighed...
Any guess as to how heavy he is now? It's pretty impressive... Think of the weight you imagine he is now... I bet you're wrong!
Or, at least, James and I were wrong when we laid in our guesses.
He.
Is.
Massive.
He now weighs 10 lbs and 9 oz! Whew!
We had a feeling he was getting bigger (babies do tend to do that) but I was surprised by how much. It's strange though - as much as we want him to grow and thrive etc., it still tugged at my heart a bit when we noticed he had outgrown his first outfit. It tears you in two directions - wanting him to grow, but also being sad that he's not a newborn anymore. I suppose that is the second important lesson in parenthood I have now learned - as a parent, you will spend the rest of your life celebrating every new milestone with equal parts actual enthusiasm they've reached them and deep sadness that it's now over. Very strange. But he has indeed grown out of newborn clothes and we've had to move up into 0-3 months. Here's what I have to say about that - there is a HUGE gap between newborn clothes and 0-3 months! It's like he's gone from filling his clothes to floating in them. Or at least some of them. That's the other issue - different companies seem to have entirely different ideas as to how big babies actually are. And some also don't seem to even know what shape they are! (I'll illustrate this point later on, trust me - it's funny!). So we are doing a lot of trial and error working out what fits him and what doesn't. And I had to officially fold up and put away some of my very favourite outfits. So sad. I can see why people get sentimental about these things. I always assumed that I would give away the clothes he grew out of as soon as we were done with them. But now I look at them and they're HIS clothes and his LITTLE clothes and I can't yet bare the thought of giving them up. Lesson in parenting number three - everything carries a memory.
And while I'm on the subject of parenting lessons learned - here's another one. Up until this point, the phrase "this will hurt me more than you" didn't seem like it could ever possibly be true. BUT I now completely understand.
I had to take Finn for a TB vaccination last week. I had to hold him tight to keep him still as someone stuck a needle in his arm. I nursed him while they did it, and so, other than one initial high-pitched screech as the needle actually went in, he seemed mostly oblivious. Instead, it was ME who cried! Watching them do that and hearing that one heartbreaking cry resulted in near physical pain. And holding him down to make it happen?! It was like something inside me breaking. It very definitely hurt me way more than it hurt him. I get it now :)
On that note, I might sign off. But I couldn't possibly have a post without pictures - so here they are!
Firstly: growing out of clothes
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| The first outgrown outfit... |
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| The strangest shaped outfit EVER - quite short but very wide. What sort of fat baby is this for!? |
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| There we go - a bit big, but not too bad. |
Secondly: our baby is very cute, even if he is balding...
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| awwww... |
Thirdly: it's Halloween today! So here's Finn dressed like a pirate!!!
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| arrr... |
