It seems like my life is now measured in weeks and months, and I can’t believe we’re at the 1-month milestone. He turned one month old on September 3rd, and I must say, it was bittersweet. I am so pleased and proud that my little nugget is one month old, but seriously, how in the world did that happen?
I am starting to get this real sense of panic about documenting his growth and development. Am I recording in his baby book enough? I worry that there aren’t enough pictures being taken, and I know that I haven’t written enough about him to ensure that I remember every little detail later. There will be a day in the future when I can’t easily recall this 1-month milestone, or the way he smells, or the sound of his grunts and gurgles. Needless to say, I am extremely sentimental these days and do a lot of time crying and trying to hold on to these moments as they pass.
It’s amazing that Evan seems so much less like a newborn to me after only a month. He has gained two pounds, going from 7lbs. 7oz. at birth, to 9lbs. 11oz. at his one month check up. His doctor’s appointment was almost a week ago, I am willing to bet that he weighs 10lbs now.
I am so looking forward to his growing up over this next year, but it breaks my heart to know that my little baby won’t be a little baby for very long at all. I am waving bye-bye to the 1-month milestone, and looking forward to month number two!