Reflecting on the first nine months

Where do I even begin? If you would've told me two years ago that I would have a nine month old boy by my 33rd birthday I would have laughed. Not because I didn't want kids, but more because it just wasn't in the plans yet. But after a wedding in Cabo, free drinks and a night of dancing... Wyatt Victor quickly caused a course correction in life plans. 

People often ask me if taking care of a newborn is really that hard. Without hesitation I respond with a firm YES. Maybe even harder. The first month is a big blur for me. All I remember is holding this tiny baby which was barely the size of my hand and forearm. But as far as what wvl did, milestones, etc...nothing comes to mind. 

Months two and three were the first time I really felt that I could help consistently with stuff other than changing a diaper. And it was when I also noticed Wyatt first making a connection with me. He began to respond and react to being with me versus Lizzy. 

In months four, five, and six his personality really started to show and interactions with me became more expressive. His smiles and laughs brought such joy that I couldn't get through a day at work without daydreaming of being at home with him instead. 

Fact of the matter is...as time has gone by, it only gets better. And yes, there have been tough days, and lots of trips to the doctor which are stressful, but I wouldn't change it or him for the world. 

Wyatt has gone mobile

Last week was a big set of milestones for WVL!

He had two teeth come in within days of each other and he started CRAWLING!!! Yep! We now have a bonafide toddler crawling around the living room floor. A crawling boy who now is able to bite down.

It is amazing how from one day to the next, he figured it out. And now, there is not stopping him. He is all over the living room. AND... he is already trying to stand up. He grabs the furniture and tries to pull himself up. It is hilarious. I don't think he will be delaying the act of walking too long. When he's not trying to pull on the couch, he is sitting in the middle of the floor and ends up in downward dog.

Once those teeth finally broke the surface, he was able to relax again. He was really high strung for a few days. It was really uncomfortable for him. But he is back to his happy-smiling self.

On another note, we also found out Wyatt is a bit anemic so we are supplementing with a daily dose of iron to help. The results have been very positive thus far.