Theo turns 3 months today. You will notice in the photo below that his hair on top has fallen off. It’s my fault. I can’t help but clean up his cradle cap but unfortunately, I didn’t know that I was supposed to avoid the brush from touching his scalp. It got irritated the next day and his hair has fallen off. Good thing we rushed to his pedia the moment I saw the irritation. His hair has gradually started to grow. Thank goodness.

Today is also my brother’s wedding. Since Theo is the only one not joining the entourage (hubby and I as cord sponsors and ate Mikee as flowergirl), we got him this.

Since the little guy is in a good mood, I thought it’s a good day to fit his santa suit as well. This santa suit was worn by my daughter when she was 5 months old but I was worried that Theo’s too big and that it might not fit him at all. I was glad to see that it’s still big for him. For now.

Theo just turned two months old. Celebrating my son’s 2nd month reminded me my maternity leave is almost over. Sigh. I still don’t know “how” to be away from him. “Will the yaya be able to respond to his needs immediately?” or “Will the yaya be able to pacify him when he starts getting all uncomfortable and fussy?” are just two of my many worries. Like the other day, while I was browsing www.trustedquote.com, my son suddenly cried so loud you’d think he was bitten by an ant or someone pinched him. But he just wanted to be near me, hear me talk to him. We noticed he doesn’t like being ignored. He wants to be talked to… all the time. Yeah, that’s the Gemini in him.

Anyway, we have coined a nickname for him. We call him Boch, short for Bochog (meaning chubby). Look at his photo below and you’ll understand why.

Time flies so fast. Tomorrow, Theo will be a month old! It was just like yesterday that I was twitching in pain delivering him. And now, he’s heavier (and cuter) while I’m still stuck with the same weight as I had a month ago. Had I not gotten successful in breastfeeding, I would have resorted to weight loss pills. Thankfully, I was successful and will just wait for the gradual weight loss that breastfeeding will bring.

Oh btw, I forgot to share a little story. Weeks before I gave birth, I have so many fears about my baby’s “health”. So I told myself that when I give birth, I shall look at him to check if my fears were pointless. But my epidural took over, and I had not much control I kept dozing off. I kept on fighting it as I want to see my baby. All I remember is the anesthesiologist blurted “Ay, ang pogi!” (Oh, he’s handsome) and that finally calmed me down then I went to sleep.

When I woke up an hour later, I was happy to see a healthy 7.15 lbs heavy 48 cm long baby boy!

Look at him now!