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06:50 pm: Month Two
It snowed the day of Teddy’s two-month checkup. Peter had to work, so I put Teddy in the Bucky-pack (aka Baby Björn) and shoveled the driveway with him in it. He fell asleep right away; if he’d fallen asleep *before* I’d gone out, I would’ve put him in the crib and carried the baby monitor instead. Of course, the workout wouldn’t have been quite as good.

At the checkup, the nurse asked whether he was cooing at all, whereupon he let out one of his typical squeaks. She said “like that!” and checked it off her list. Apparently, cooing has a different definition for nurses. It turns out that the creaks, groans, and squeaks that emanated from Teddy’s bassinet all counted as coos. Allrighty then!

He first laughed in his sleep, though neither Peter nor I ever got to the bassinet fast enough to witness it.

From quite early on, Teddy’s different cries were quite distinct – hungry, dirty diaper, bored, lonely, or in pain. The first recognizable “word” he used was ENYA, which meant “FEED ME RIGHT NOW.” We tried to get him to switch to num-nums (I’m not sure exactly why), but he stuck with ENYA. He still uses it now, if we miss his cues that he’s getting hungry.

Teddy got his first tub bath. We diligently followed the recommendation of our “Caring for Your Newborn” instructor, and bathed him at night. She’d said that it’s a good idea because he’ll wear himself out crying, and go to sleep quickly.

Teddy LOVES baths. He smiles and splashes and has a grand ol’ time. Wear himself out? I think not. But he’s wonderful to watch.

He also loves having his diaper changed. I think he likes feeling air on his critical bits. He likes peeing and pooping into the air, too. Peter and I both got used to moving out of the way while still holding him safe. The contortions are amusing... unless you’re the one in jeopardy of getting a pee shower.

In one spectacular incident, Teddy managed to poop all over the wall. I’d bought a large world map for that wall because I didn’t want to paint the wall. Fortunately, the map was laminated. While we’d both used 4 disposable diapers, 2 changing table covers, and 3 cloth diapers (which we quickly learned to put on top of the changing table cover) in one diaper change, Peter was the first to experience distance pooping. Apparently he was holding his legs up in the air when Teddy let loose.

In the early months, Teddy also loved having his clothes changed. Friends kidded us that we’d had a little metrosexual (obviously not genetic, since Peter and I are both pretty indifferent about clothes and such). These days (month 5), he’s not as enamoured of having his clothes changed; he likes to be NAKED, thankyouverymuch.

Around this time, I started calling him the Ravenous Beastie, because he was such a noisy, enthusiastic eater. I don’t know how much was the nipple shield, and how much was Teddy, but he would gulp and slurp and slobber all over. I’d read in the breastfeeding books that you can discreetly nurse in public. Not with Teddy.

His favorite thing to do (perhaps second to nursing) was “Abs of Steel, Legs of Titanium.” Holding on to someone’s hands, he’d pull himself into sitting position from lying down, then up to standing. He would do this over and over and over and over... The first time he did it with just a diaper on, I saw that he had a little baby six-pack! I’m sure he still does, but now it’s covered with a little baby spare tire.

Teddy hit several milestones this month. He did his first push-ups, he found his thumb, and he laughed (while his diaper was being changed, naturally). He also had his first bottle of expressed milk. I started pumping to get ready for my return to work. It was certainly a lot easier than expressing milk manually.

He also had more visitors. Candice came, and showed her years of experience as a nanny – she was absolutely terrific with him. Judy came, and brought some lovely crocheted things for Teddy (and a scarf for me!). She thinks we should have another child, but I think we’re extraordinarily lucky to have one; the chances of it happening again are slim (plus, I still remember pregnancy and labor! How about adoption?). Jessica and Charlotte came to visit, too. Charlotte looks so big (she was 9 months old at the time, I believe)! I’m so looking forward to seeing the two of them grow up (er... Charlotte and Teddy, not Charlotte and Jessica).

Rosie came to town from Chicago, so she came out to visit one evening, which was great. With two little ones of her own, she's the very picture of calm (even with a fussy baby). I drove her back to her hotel with Teddy in the carseat, so Peter would have some time to himself. I managed to drive the wrong way down a one-way street, which was probably pretty good proof that I still wasn't getting enough sleep.

My friend Wendy had her baby shower, so I was away from Teddy for 5 hours (the longest time yet). I left bottles of expressed milk with Peter, which worked fine for Teddy and Peter; I, on the other hand, was ready to explode by the time I got home. Teddy was asleep by then, so I pumped right away. What a relief!

When the baby started to fuss, I changed him. He opened his eyes, looked right at me, and, for the first time, I was absolutely sure he knew who I was. His whole face lit up and he smiled... and I completely melted. What a joy!

We had our first restaurant meal with Teddy at Ground Round. He behaved beautifully the whole time. The next week, Teddy and I went back to have lunch with Janet and Tim. I’d hoped that he would sleep, but he woke up fairly promptly. Good thing I’m getting more adept at eating left-handed, since he strongly prefers to be held on my right hip. Janet held him as I finished my lunch, and you sure can tell someone with experience: he was calm and quiet the whole time.

Sometime toward the end of Teddy’s second month, we all started sleeping more regularly. I came out of my fog a bit, though I’m told that won’t lift entirely until he leaves for college.

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