Oh my Abi, you are one month!

Dear Abi,

You've been with you a month now.

Well actually, abit over a month now but Mama's abit behind in her writing but we'll just pretend I'm on time, ok? And why yes, this is going to be one of those cliche, gushy mummy series of posts - I know when you're growing up, you will think this is totally lame but when you're grown up, I promise you that both you and I will be thankful for the fact that Mama once took great pleasure in airing our dirty laundry all over the interwebs!

Yesterday we celebrated you being Earthside for five weeks and you rewarded me with your first big smile and I can not believe my luck that it was caught on camera! You've been smiling for about 10 days now but saving them only for your Dad (and his big hair) and maybe a few for Grandma. To be honest kid, I was kind of thinking you were only using me for my boobs!

You are such a relaxed little sausage, rocking this chilled out little personality. So long as you are in someone's arms or there is a boob close by, we hardly hear a peep out of you. You aren't too keen on spending much time by yourself but I know that you will in time and so for now, I am content to carry you everywhere with me (either in my arms or in your wrap) and soak up your divine newborn goodness. Especially since I know before too long you'll be tearing around the house and talking back like your brother and sister!

Life is busy, noisy, wonderful and we don't have time to look at the clock. Gone are the days where we wrap and fight babies to sleep and fight them to stay awake because that's what we're 'supposed' to do - We are following your cues and Mama's instincts this time around, and I have to confess that it working fabulouso for us and I feel like I am free to enjoy you so much more!

During the day, you sleep when you want, where you want - More often than not, you want to sleep in my arms and allowing you to do so, means you sleep well. Anyway, you're wrapped up to chest, sleeping peacefully right now as I type this! Girlfriend, you snore and have been a mouth breather from day dot too! Yeah, you get that from me - I'm sorry for that little unattractive trait, especially in 30 years time when your partner is watching you sleep and drool starts to seep out of your mouth! At night, you go between feeding and sleeping in my arms until 11pm-ish where you have one last feed and I wrap you up before tucking you into your bed. For the first few weeks, you were waking every two hours for a feed (as you do during the day) but in the last 2 weeks, you have gone to three hour stretches with the odd four stretch thrown in here and there. Sleep is broken and I am tired but I am thankful, I would not change a thing!

You have been the easiest to breastfeed. By this point, your sister had been weaned and in between giving your brother the odd bottle of formula, I told myself I was going to wean him every day. In the weeks we have been breastfeeding, you and I,  the concept of weaning has not entered my head once and you have not tasted anything other than breastmilk. Proud does not even describe! Cluster feeding seems to kind of be your thang though, with you practically hanging off my nipple from about 6pm, sometimes through until 11pm but we're rolling with it and all the milk is fattening up those little cheeks of yours a treat!

Last week, I packed away your 00000 suits. I wish you could have stayed in them forever! You are too long for them yet you seem so itty bitty still and most of your 0000 wardrobe is far too big for you. You kind of just live in Bonds Wondersuits for now and only Bonds because the other brands are either too long and mostly wayyy too wide for your slender little frame - You can thank your Dad for that, my side of the fam breeds some big booty bitches!

Everyone loves you, that's pretty much a given. How could they not? Though no one loves you more so than your big brother. To say he adores you is an understatement, but you probably know this because he is all up in your grill 24/7, talking to you and cuddling you and kissing you. If I ask him to give you abit of space, he gets quite mad at me and insists "No Mum, Abi like me! She love me!" and I have to agree because I see the way your little blue eyes shine when he lays next to you. Your sister is a hard egg to crack, yes I know. Polar opposites, right? When you were born, Meely wasn't too fussed on you. I hope you didn't take that personally, she just isn't a baby sorta gal. I mean, she likes babies but she doesn't go weak at knees and gush over them like your brother. If you had been born a kitten instead of a baby, she'd be loving you like crazy! There is no mistaking her love for you though - When you cry and I am in another room, I hear her shooshing you sweetly, calling you darling and telling you everything is going to be alright. Do not even get me started on how tightly you already have your Dad wrapped around your finger!

I've just taken a five minute break to sit here, listening to your itty bitty breaths and trying to think of the perfect way to end this letter to you. I can't though. I don't think there are enough to words to sum up the love I have, that we all have for you and just how perfectly you have fit into our family - It has only been five weeks and yet it feels like you have been with us forever.

Oh baby, this is too much mush for your Mama to handle! x