So my boy is one month today. One month, seriously, how did that happen? It seems like only yesterday it was just the two of us lying together in the hospital – so tiny, the smallest out of all my children, so new but yet already so awake. Now here we are, a month later already.
He feeds a lot all the time and I have already packed up the newborn clothes as they no longer fit! I feel so sad writing that, not just because Alfie is my last baby and these tiny little clothes will not be needed anymore, but also because it’s just all gone so fast. It sounds silly but I kind of feel like a pause button has been pressed on everyday life since he was born – we have cacooned ourself in this bubble pretty much just the five of us and the days have flowed into the nights.
He likes to be held constantly, he gets so unsettled otherwise and, whilst it is tough with 2 other children and always lots to do, I kind of welcome this. I love holding him close to me, snuggling him, smelling him, he is just amazing and I want to take it all in. As these last four weeks have showed me, he won’t be in the tiny ball shape that only a newborn has for much longer, it will all be a distant memory sooner than I realise.
He is so alert with his gorgeous big eyes watching me, like he understands every word I say. However, I do think this one is going to be a Daddy’s boy as he settles so much easier with him but I honestly don’t mind – I am really looking forward to watching their relationship develop.
He is happiest in his pram going for walks. We are such an outdoors family that this comes as no surprise really and we are looking forward to the weather warming up so we can get out and about even more.
He may have only been in our world for one month but, oh Alfie Hugh, you have fully captured all of our hearts.