I am going to say a statement which is so cliché. I like to think I am different from everyone else. I made a pact with myself to go out there and reveal the truth about this journey into motherhood. The good, the bad,the ugly all uncensored. Here I am a little shocked to report that if could sum up this past month, I would say the most cliché statement ever – It goes by so fast! I mean I feel like it was just yesterday when I wasn’t a mom. Now I have been a mom for one whole month. I didn’t know what kind of mommy I would be. I am still trying to figure that out. I sort of feel like a lion… or another wild and dangerous big cat. Every thing I do is instinct. My parenting style at this stage is as primal as the wild and dangerous big cats. Just a note to the world. … do not touch my son. Ever. Just don’t. When I hear him cry.. not even the delta stage of sleep can keep me from hearing him even if he is in the other room. I also get what my cousin Gamu meant now.. when she said as a mom, you always feel like noone else can take care of the baby. It’s true.. but I don’t think it. I know it. He hardly cries with me. Seth has signs he gives when he wants or does not want something.. we do not need to get to the crying stage at all. Once I had an argument with my mum… I am like you are making him cry. She says – all babies cry.. its normal. I am like no… its a sign of distress. Really. It is. He was a few days old then. I just walked away and went to cry in the other room. Hearing Seth cry is the worst kind of torture. I die a little inside with every wail. I am like give me my baby. Let me soothe him. Speaking of soothing.. he has not accepted a pacifier. I am a human pacifier. R.I.P to my nipples. Well enough about me.. let’s talk Seth. 1 month old Seth. Another crazy cliché statement coming up and I am sure you know what I am going to say…. he is growing so fast!!! At one month old – new born clothes don’t fit him anymore. He has chubby checks now. I am not sure about weight but he has grown 7cm taller.. in a month. (What do I do with the clothes he does not fit… I am contemplating still). I just realised he is not even a new born anymore. Oh my oh my!!! He doesn’t cry much. He prefers to give us signals and only if whoever is looking after him, (I always listen) does not listen then he cries. I do night duty myself most nights because dad goes to work so I tell him he can sleep. From about 10pm till 10am the boy does not cry.. at all. Because I am listening to him. He used to cry during bath time but now he loves it. His grandma used to bath him but now its my job. I quite enjoy it. He can see me now. Sometimes he when he is being fussy just me showing him my fae makes him calm down. He can even focus on my face for a while. During bath time we play old school hiphop and we have a good time. I am so happy he likes water. I want him to learn how to swim really early. Olympics here we come! He seems to enjoy Dr Dre, Nate Dogg and Snoop. He hasn’t smiled at me yet… but I feel it coming. Once I saw him smize at me… you know smize right. Smiling with his eyes. Best feeling ever. He got baby acne at 3 weeks. I was so sad. But now it’s clearing up which is awesomeness. It did not bother him at all. I was just so sad about it. I took him to the clinic once coz of it. Over the last few weeks I thought I broke him a few times. Once when he fell asleep with his eyes open and then the weird eye movements and then when the baby acne broke out. Then oooo when his eye got swollen coz he slept on that side. I cried and said … oh no! his eye! lets go to the clinic now!!! But dad said wait till tomorrow. We did then in the morning it was the other eye!!! Turns out it’s normal the eye on the side they sleep on swells. They will eventually grow out of it like everything else. But yes…for I while I thought he was broken. He is really the cutest boy… he has huge eyes which open really wide and melt my heart.. especially at 3.30am when I operate on auto pilot. It goes like this… baby signals.. Feed burp.. change nappy feed again burp… hope he is sleeping. .. stare at eyes… sees huge eyes with no sleep in sight. No time to feel sorry for myself coz I will be up for at least another hour with him coz all I am thinking is… “Wow he is soooo cute!!!” I am just so happy God chose me to be bambi eyes’ mother.