6 weeks old

So I should be back to normal by now 😉 However, it would be fair to say that while I am indeed a very contented mother, I’m not following, or indeed indulging in, any methods expounded by certain parenting ‘gurus’.

Hmmmm.

Ben has eyelashes, real proper ones with darkness to them that you can see. He even has a small amount of eyebrow, though very much not the Raymond eyebrow yet. He sleeps, as of the last day or so, in a more spread eagled fashion with his arms back, not hunched under his chin. He’s outgrown the smaller newborn clothes and has a double chin. He makes little mewing sounds when he feeds and uses his voice when awake. His cry can be rage filled but mostly sounds like a little lamb bleating. His hair line and the shape of his eyes is incredibly like Fran as a baby, but when he’s asleep he looks just like Freddie, with the same furious intensity hurled at being deeply away in sleep.

He is perfect and gorgeous and I love having time to watch him change. His face lengthening. Outgrowing his preemie size hat. The fleeting grins that cross his face. Legs that have stopped looking bandy and can kick off blankets. he’s much more of an armful now, borne out by being weighed today and being 7lbs 13. Not far off a pound in a week really. We’ve been able to drop the night pump and bottle because he can feed lying down now, though he sometimes forgets how for a while.

I loved having my girls close together, but I missed that chance to just revel and indulge in this bit. I love it.

I feel incredibly lucky and that, taken against the whole of everything and who I used to be, is quite a fabulous feeling.