This is my boy, Maxwell Tucker. He is my joy. I cannot imagine life without him. I can’t believe he turned two in February. It blows my mind! He is getting so big and so much smarter every single day.
Max was born Feb, 26, 2014. He was due on the 17th, but apparently felt pretty comfy in utero, so there he stayed until eviction via C-section. My pregnancy with him was very easy. I was lucky. Little to no sickness, not a whole lot of weight gain or heartburn, just some feet in my rib cage for a couple of months.
He sat very high up, even after his due date, he never seemed to drop. I had a scheduled induction that went nearly 24 before it turned into a c-section due to failure to dilate. I just stopped at 7cm and no matter what we did, I didn’t move any further. So, out he came at 8lbs, 6oz and this poor boy looked beat up. Poor thing was being squeezed for about 18 hours, no wonder he looked so rough. After a day or so, he looked a lot better.
Max was a good little baby. He slept a lot the first few months (the 4th trimester) and he ate really well. He wasn’t particularly fussy, liked being held by anyone, and was generally happy. He liked to eat! I could count on him needing fed every 3 hours on the dot. This would continue until at least a year old. He was a pacifier baby, aka binky, and still uses it for sleeping (and traveling, lol). One of these days we will strip it from him, but probably not for a few months.
Sleep is one thing that it took awhile for him to get a handle on, he was not a good sleeper. He ate so often, even through the night that he just never got into a sleep through the night pattern. Yes, I could have just made him cry at night around 5-6 months old until the pattern was broken, but I chose to get my ass up and feed my baby. It’s just now starting to fade, all the memories of horribly lost sleep and middle of the night crying. By the baby and me, both. The first six months to a year is a cruel cocktail of hormones, lack of sleep, dirty diapers and pure panic. It’s tough. But you get through it and you want that little snuggler back. This is why second babies come along. Max probably slept through the night around 14 months and we were ecstatic! It felt unbelievable! Then around 18 months he went through another rough patch, and we suffered through that too.
He started walking around 11 months, and it felt like he immediately ran. He was saying quite a few words by about 15 months or so. Now he is using small sentences and it’s seriously the cutest thing ever. He definitely enjoys communicating with us, and the dogs. He has a little bit of a temper when things aren’t going his way, and he gets that from daddy. He lets himself get worked up over dropping a toy when he didn’t want to or if his cars fall off the ramp. It’s just something we will work on with him.
The first 2 years were definitely challenging, but worth every second. We lost his baby sister in November, but fortunately he was still so young that he didn’t understand what had happened. We are working on another sibling for him and hopefully that will happen soon, I would like them as close together as possible. But until then, we will eat this kid up, every bit of him. He is such a good boy, most of the time. Every day he surprises us and cracks me up. He is a mama’s boy right now for the most part, but when daddy gets home he gets so excited. I couldn’t ask for more from a rambunctious 2-year-old toddler, and am looking forward to teaching him new things and watching him explore the world as a little man.