I don't know if it's the fact that he's another boy or that we just didn't know what we were doing when Bailey was a baby, but Lincoln is a dream. Like Gerry, he's super chill and calm, and really only cries when he's hungry and we're taking too long to feed him.
At one month old, Lincoln weighs 8lbs. 7 oz. (less than Gerry weighed at birth) and it 23 inches long. He's bottle fed right now, and is a great eater. He's not sleeping through the night, but we'll get there. Right now, we're getting anywhere from 1.5-3 hour stretches before he wakes up. We're exhausted, but he's an adorable reason to lose sleep.
He's a snuggler. Big time. And I absolutely love it. His favorite thing to do right now is to snuggle up on my chest, whether he's wide awake or sleepy. Add in a big, soft blanket and it's like the best thing ever for both of us. I'm eating it up, and taking as many opportunities as I can to really relax and cuddle with him before he's too big to want to anymore. I've got about a million pictures of him just like this:
What can I say? My boy's a love bug.
We're just now starting to get a few teeny smiles out of him, here and there. I have yet to get one, of course. Lincoln is all about the love for Scott right now. As soon as Scott is within his line of sight or he can hear him, Lincoln starts with a tiny hint of a smile. He's starting to coo at Scott, too. Daddy gets smiles like this one:
And then I lean in, and get THIS.
No big deal. I don't need a smile from my baby. It's not like I carried you for 10 months and then went through the pain and exertion of labor and delivery. Smile for dad, that's cool.
Like the rest of us, Bailey and Gerry adore their baby brother. They're constantly asking to hold him, to give him a bottle, to snuggle up next to him. I love watching them together. I knew Bailey would be a great big sister; she was wonderful with Gerry. But I wasn't too sure how Gerry would handle being a big brother and having a new baby in the house. If I'm being honest, I was a little worried. But he's been so amazing. He takes care of his baby brother...gives him kisses, asks to hold him, talks to him. He sings You Are My Sunshine when Lincoln gets fussy. He's slipped into the role of big brother so seamlessly it's like he's always been one. He and Bailey are the best siblings I could have asked for for this little guy.
So, now that we're one month into this whole "having 3 kids thing", it's not as bad as I was expecting. I have moments where I kind of feel like I'm drowning a bit. When all 3 kids need or want something at the same time and I feel like I'm being pulled in 10 different directions. But those moments are few and far between. So far, I'm loving being a mom of 3.
I mean...come on. Just look at them.
