He’s 15 pounds, growing some impressive eyelashes (and eyebrows)
happy (part of the time) when he’s held or swinging
and far larger than any of my other babies at three months old.
He likes to sleep in my bed, and rarely cooperates with the “back to sleep in your own bed” plan. Because, after all, it’s really, really hard to nurse all night long from there.
He’s so not my first baby.
A long time ago, when I had just one, I was horrified when a father of nine told me that their ninth was sleeping in their bed. He said you just relax about these things. I thought never, never would I allow a baby to sleep in my bed. That’s not what the books say to do. It’s not what the pediatrician says to do. It’s just wrong.
I was wrong.