My sweet baby Liam,
Time will go by fast and you will grow and change before we know it dear Liam, cliched but true. You will be my last baby and I want to remember everything. You are almost 3 months old (in 10 days), end of the "fourth trimester" as it is sometimes called. A regular baby- not a newborn. I want to remember how you grab onto my shirt when I hold or nurse you. And how now you are starting to grab onto your own shirt too. Your smiles are becoming slightly more frequent and the other day you smiled and then simply, gazed up at me in awe as if saying, "Oh mom, it's you!"
And of course there is all your grunting and growling. Lupe now repeats me all the time saying, "Liam is a noisy baby". Speaking of growling, and of Lupe. This morning around 6 I had nursed you and put you down in bed and you were snorting, wheezing, growling, like you do, and Lupe popped up out of her bed and said "It's Ok Liam". She really loves you.
I put you on your tummy to help you work on your neck strength. This is the first thing we want you to get good at. And while that will make it easier to hold you, and put you in carriers, it also is one marker of the end of your helpless newborn stage and thus, the first thing I will lose and never have again.
When you're older you can gloat to your sister that you were a much better sleeper than she was. Just as your Tia Maggie rubs it in to your Tio Pat that she was potty trained faster.
You chose a special family to be born into mi amor, nuestro padre celestial...You are surrounded by love.
I love you.
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