At two weeks old our little Pip Squeak is growing like the proverbial weed. I know that’s what babies are meant to do but it’s always reassuring when they actually turn around and do it isn’t it, and that milestone of getting them back past their birth weight always makes you feel like you’ve earned a Mummy gold star.
I’d add my gold star to my naturally impeccable halo but as my toddler has just run up and wiped her nose on my sleeve as I’ve been writing I think it might just have disappeared in a shimmer of pixie dust.
Bu we can leave discussions of my parenting fails for another day, this is all about our boy.
This week Pip has been to his first hockey club day and his first food festival. He also had his first trip to the garage to get Daddy’s car serviced but that’s not really quite so exciting. And as we’d missed the hearing test screening on the ward, we got to pop back to the hospital to sit in a nice quiet room and confirm that he passed with flying colours. Thank goodness H was still on paternity leave because while I’m sure I could have taken the girls to the hospital and even kept them sitting still while the tests were carried out, quiet might have been too much of an ask!
Inasmuch as the little man is making his personality known at two weeks old, he’s still my little cuddle bug, snuggling to sleep in my arms or H’s, and there’s no shortage of big sisters more than ready to give him a gentle cuddle and kiss. It’s no surprise he seems to like the sling, which I suspect will be a bit of a lifesaver when I need both hands to help his sisters, not least because he’s not too sure about his hands at the moment, and catching sight of them tends to wake him up!
He’s got the funniest range of facial expressions, from full on startle to what even the Health Visitor thinks might be an attempt at a smile, and that gorgeous curious expression babies make when they’re thinking it might be time to have a little something to eat and they start to delicately poke out a tongue to see if there might be anything edible in the vicinity.
As for his size, he’s firmly on the 91st centile (shades of Kitty before him), and still seems so very very long, though his length won’t be measured until his six-week check up. I hadn’t realised until we had Pip just how much of a difference there is between the growth charts for baby boys and baby girls; Pip is more than a pound heavier than Kitty to hit that same centile line. I know the difference in adults, or even teenagers, is very obvious, I just never realised that there was such a difference at this age. Although, that would explain why the boys clothes that I’ve bought for the girls have always been a bit bigger than I expected!
Right now Pip is stylishly modelling an array of 0-3 month babygros; they’re perfect for length but he still seems so little and skinny compared to the girls when they wore similar sizes. Still, at the rate this boy nurses the baby chub will be here soon!
And now paternity leave has ended and real life begins. Or at least real real life begins tomorrow on my first day just me and the three children. I know I’m setting myself up for failure in saying this, and tomorrow will probably turn out to be the most shouty day ever, but I’m not worried about the prospect, I think it’s going to be okay.
I’ve got a plan of sorts (leave the house) and a slightly more refined version depending on the weather and everyone’s energy levels (go to the library/Upton/the play park), and I’m not going to even try to do anything more complicated than keep all children fed, watered and entertained for the duration of the day, the housework will still be there in the morning/next week/ next month.
It’s going to be good. And if young Pip would like to grace me with the extremely sociable sleep that he managed the night before last to reboot the maternal energy levels it might even be awesome.
And if all else fails I do have a packet of emergency chocolate hobnobs in the kitchen cupboard!