Tate is One Month Old!


As I reflect on Tate’s first month, with my sweet baby is cuddled up to my side, it’s hard to know where to begin.

One month ago, I was surprised to find out that we would be meeting the little baby inside me a week before his due date and through an induction I had never anticipated. I remember looking at Steve and wondering how radically our lives would change in the next 24 hours.

The labor went by so quickly, and in my hazy memory it seems more like a dream. In retrospect I remember the intensity much more than the pain. I remember the surreal feeling of Tate being placed on my chest. I remember him screaming bloody murder when he came out and how quickly he calmed once we were touching. I remember being overjoyed that he had hair on his head. And I remember being instantly in love with him.

His first week was a roller coaster. We were so excited to bring our little boy home only to have to check him back into the hospital just a few days later for jaundice. I was so excited when he started really breastfeeding and equally disappointed that even after my milk had come in and he had fed to his hearts content, he was still hungry. Supplementing has been hard on my mothering ego, but it has been best for Tate.

Tate sleeps like a champ. Seriously. I remember doing a celebratory dance the first night he slept 5 hours in a row and now he is sleeping 6-7 a night. I don’t know what I did to get a baby that sleeps like he does, but I will be forever grateful.

Steve and I are constantly amazed at how “grown up” he seems. He has grown out of most of his newborn clothes (except the pants, his legs are tiny) and weighs more than 10 lbs. Every day he seems more aware than the last, and he is constantly trying to hold his head up and he is doing an amazing job if you ask us. He hates tummy time, even though he has the neck strength to handle it. If he is even a little bit fussy, he wants to be moved, and that includes being  rocked, bounced, patted; the harder the better. He only takes a binky when he is content and he throws his head from side to side when he tries to latch. He wants to be touched – all the time (boy am I glad we bought that Moby wrap and that we finally figured out how to use it).

I love his chubby little face so much. I feel like I might kiss his cheeks right off. I love how he stretches for 5 minutes as he tries to wake up in the morning. I love how he always holds his hands close to his face, especially when he is eating.

I remember people saying that they didn’t remember their lives before kids, and I thought that was absurd. My husband and I were together for almost 6 years before Tate came into our lives, and I have to admit I can’t imagine our lives at this point without his sweetness.