A letter to Harry and Zach: Six Months

A letter to Harry and Zach: six monthsMy two precious boys, I can’t believe another month has passed us by already. You don’t get to turn six months, being born on 29th August. Yesterday you were five months and thirty one days, today you are six months and one day.

Everyday you make me smile, everyday you make me laugh. You are experimenting with your voices more and more, Zachy, you especially love the sound of your own voice. You often have me giggling with the noises you make. Harry, your conversations aren’t as animated as your little brother’s, they’re much more laid back and relaxed, just like the rest of your personality.

The end of last month saw the introduction of supplementing your feeds with formula. The beginning of this month, we saw a lactation consultant worth her weight in gold. She managed to pick up what so many before had missed: tongue-tie, upper lip-tie, and high palates, all which result in poor attachment and milk transferral. Had these issues been picked up before you turned 3 months, you could have had the ties layered, and prevented feeding issues. Unfortunately, after 3 months, there’s no guarantees that the treatment would make any difference. We have managed to get rid of the formula though, topping you up with expressed milk, and on the lovely lactation consultant’s advice we’ve stopped weighing you. Instead of reading a book, we’re reading you. And you two are happy.

Your current favourite person is your Papa. As soon as I put you on my shoulders for burping after a feed, you immediately look around for your Daddy, your faces breaking out in huge smile when you see him, bouncing up and down on my lap until he comes and picks you up. You love having stories read to you, peek-a-boo makes you laugh, and you somehow don’t seem to mind my singing. You have your older brother and sister wrapped around your fingers; Mahalia is always asking to hold one of you, and Dylan has become your chief entertainer, playing ’round and round the garden’ on your little hands while you chuckle away.

Crawling practice is still a regular occurrence at bed time, bouncing around the cot like bunny rabbits up on arms and knees. How you don’t disturb each other, I don’t know. We’ve decided to leave you together in your cot for the time being. You sleep so well together, and I don’t want to risk ruining your sleeping patterns by separating you.

Today brings your first taste of solids, a day I’ve been in denial about for a long time. My babies are growing up. While I’m loving seeing your grow and develop, seeing your personalities emerge a little more each day, I want to savour each moment, I want your babyhood to last for longer. I can’t believe you’ve been in my arms for six months, half a year; soon you will have been in my arms longer than you were in my belly. Could you just slow down a little bit?

Happy six months my baby bears. As always,
Mama loves you. xx

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Author: Georgia

30-something wife, and mother of four. Student, coffee drinker, chronic hobbyist, eternal day dreamer.

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