There’s been a lot of talk lately about the ‘fourth trimester’; basically, the idea that babies are born before they are completely ready for this world (but their massive heads would get stuck otherwise), and therefore need an additional ‘trimester’ (or quarter-mester?) to develop. This is why, in theory, the first three months of parenthood is so tricky; babies are still developing. They eat more, sleep less, and are needier than any other time in their lives (well…I’m assuming). And, so I’ve heard, after these first three months have passed, the true joy of parenthood really sets in.
Well, ladies and jellybeans, I’d like to announce that the fourth trimester is officially over.
I feel like I know my little girl. I know what she needs, what she likes, how to make her smile. I can figure out what’s going on (usually) by the sound of her cries or coos. Diaper changes are old hat, I can breastfeed and cook dinner at the same time. I’ve developed the forearm strength to tote a carseat and a diaper bag, all while fishing for my keys. I’m learning to survive on short stretches of sleep (we’re back down for 4 hours, for some reason), and two cups of coffee seems to be enough of a boost to get me through a napless day.
I’m not saying I’m a pro. I’m not saying that any of this is easy.
What I am saying is that, despite the labour and delivery that left me traumatized, the post-partum depression and anxiety that drove me back to my meds, and the sleepless nights that had me at my breaking point, I am truly happy. I am full of joy. I can’t imagine my life without Kennedy, nor can I remember what things were like. And I certainly don’t want to go back.
Three Month Stats:
Height: 23 inches
Weight: about 12.5 lbs
Favourite Things: chewing on her fists, the glowing sun on her activity mat, stretching like a drama queen when she’s unswaddled, staring at the TV
Milestones: started sleeping in her Pack n Play (instead of the bassinet), rides around in the stroller without screaming her face off.