Mckenzie Madness: Three months.

Dear Max,

I cannot believe that you are now three months old. It feels like it was just yesterday when I was bringing your tiny little body home from the hospital.

(Brand new)

Where we struggled to breast-feed for a whole month, when I sat up at night crying from the guilt of not being able to provide my baby with what I knew was best for him. When I finally decided to give in and let you have the formula that you seemed to like better. When I sat, rocked, bounced, swaddled and held you just to try to get you to calm down. When we struggled to make it through your colic nights trying everything imaginable from gripe water, to homeopathic colic tablets, to gas drops, to switching formulas and nothing seemed to work. When I discovered how much you loved to be wrapped up as tight as possible and with as many blankets on you as possible. When I gave up on trying to get you to sleep in your bassinet and let you sleep in the swing all night so that I could get some sleep.

(One month)

I can't believe that it was three months ago when your tiny little life came into ours and changed everything. You gave me another life to love and another person to help grow and mold. You gave Wyatt a brother. A friend he will have for the rest of his life. But most of all, you completed our family. Not that we weren't a family before you came along, but somehow your birth made everything seem complete. We have our family now.

(Two months)

And for that, I thank you. Max Parker Mckenzie, you have grown so much already, yet you have so much growing left to do. I can't wait to witness first hand every first moment that you have. From your first crawl, to your first tooth, to your first word, to your first step, and many more firsts to come. I have so much love for you. I can't wait to see you grow.