3 months with a baby

Three months with a baby have gone incredibly fast. Then again, life now has a new rhythm that seems to have been going on for forever. Also, I now think of months differently. They used to last for thirty long days, now they’re a blink of an eye.

3 months with a baby

I’m pretty sure I’m living the best time of my life. And that’s always a scary thing to say out loud (what if someone comes and takes it away?). I’m really happy. I get these waves of happiness where I feel like my heart is gonna explode. It’s spring, the nature is waking up and I get to experience that with my baby. It’s almost as if seeing the beauty of trees getting their leaves for the first time ever.


I know all parents probably feel like this about their kids, but I feel like I won the lottery with Eva. How amazing, funny, cute and full of personality she already is. Most of the time she is happy and content. She doesn’t mind diaper change or getting dressed. If she wakes up crying, she settles pretty much as soon as you take her to your arms. She likes to play by herself – or just sit on your lap and watch you (this has allowed us to watch our favorite tv-show and eat while she chills on our lap).

Not always does she wake up happy (but even then she manages to be very cute).

But sure, there have been times where she has cried really loud and we’ve felt hopeless, not knowing how to calm her down. Evenings seem to be the most difficult time for her – and for me. As lovely as the days are, I’m always really tired in the evening. 100% ready for bed way earlier than Eva is. We’re very familiar with the term witching hour. Luckily now we’re more used to her being a bit restless in the evening and we know ways to work around that. Also her getting a lot of sleep during the day help.

Eva is sleeping pretty much 5 hours + 3 hours (now it’s changed into 7,5-8 hours without a nightly wakeup!), so we get enough of sleep. I take care of the nightly wake up (if there is one) and Risto takes care of the morning. He gets up with Eva at 5- 6 and I get to sleep a few more hours. This routine works perfectly for us. I get my much needed sleep and they get their special father-daughter time.

Sidenote: something that helps in the night a lot, is Sleepytroll. Eva sleeps in the stroller with that in sensor mode. Without that she would wake up earlier and it’s especially helpful in the early morning hours (4-6) where Eva’s sleep is more restless. It starts to shake the stroller for 3 minutes if she makes noise and moves.

Our weekly life

Going to a lunch with mom friends.

I’ve been more active and social, now that I have a baby. It’s a bit unexpected, but I love it. I think that if I just stayed at home I would be less functioning. Seeing other mom friends and working out for example are super important for my wellbeing. It also feels important to show Eva different places and have her get used to the noise in a restaurant for example.

I’m also thinking that this time will go by quickly – me not working full-time and focusing on my job as a mom. I want to enjoy it!

We have gone to BabyPilates and it’s been nice (and good for my core). Eva has either slept through it, or liked to just watch me. I have also been able to work out outside, having Eva sleep on the stroller. Eva is pretty easy to travel with. It’s only that sometimes she wakes up and wants to be hold, not be alone in the carrycot.

1. Latte mama. 2. Second hand dress find! 3. Matching with a baby.

About breastfeeding

Breastfeeding has been pretty easy for us. Eva has got a good grip right from the start and I’m producing milk more than she can eat. I mean sure, in the beginning we had to practice to find good positions, but now we got it. The only difficult thing about breastfeeding is how much time and patience it takes. She has these periods, where she’s constantly on the breast, eating every hour. It can be tiring, having her be literally on me, the whole day (or so it feels). There’s also the downside that she doesn’t really like the bottle. We’ve really had to practice that. And even now it seems to work best if I’m gone and Risto gives her the milk before she realizes she’s really hungry.

It’s also weird still having a body part that is not mine, in a way. I do look forward to having my boobs be just boobs, not food that I don’t mind other people seeing (I don’t mind breastfeeding in public).

Life keeps getting better

All in all, life with a baby is easier than I thought. Or maybe I’ve already forgot how tiring it was at first. Or I had these fears of me getting depressed again because of the baby blues (luckily it passed and was just that). Someone once compared having a baby to moving. It’s a big change, but quickly you get used to it and just get back to your routines. Sure, having a baby is a way bigger change than moving, but in a way it’s similar. Having Eva be a part of our life feels really natural.

And yes, also exhausting at times. I don’t want to act like I don’t have negative emotions or that everything always goes smoothly. For example when we did a little trip to a cottage and slept somewhere else than home, the nights were a disaster. We woke up every 1-2 hours. My humor was dark then, I’ll just say that.


But at the same time everything really is better than I could have hoped for. I’m enjoying our little routines as much as I can, trying not to stress about doing other things, such as work or cleaning our home. I mean I love that I have the energy to do it “all”, but I also need days where I just nap with the baby and smile (or cry at times) with her all day long.


My brother said that having a kid, it just keeps getting better. I love the thought of that. Things become easier as Eva grows. We’re constantly learning more about our daughter and she learns more about us. And actually, reading my first baby post, I realize already it is so much better now (and I have forgotten some things from the start).

I love being a mama. I have always (except when I was deeply depressed) found life to be really meaningful. But it feels even more meaningful now. After some difficult years and everything I’ve gone through in my childhood, I feel like I’m winning on something. And I know, life is not a competition, but one does need wins every once in a while.

I’m really thankful for these three months full of dirty diapers, new feelings, the cutest clothes of all time, great teamwork, some early mornings and late nights. Turns out life with a baby is not just about being tired all the time or not having time for anything. Life is nice.


Charisto 60 years


60 years

me and veera

strawberry cake

risto and charlotta

I’m sure I’ve said this before, but last weekend was awesome.

Kinder cake, strawberry daiquiris, good food, lots of laughs, friends, family, love and dancing. That about sums up my Saturday, when we celebrated our 60-year-birthday with Risto.

We have our birthdays on July and August, so it makes sense to have the party together. Actually five years ago we celebrated our 50-year-birthday, so it’s almost like a tradition now (though the thought of turning 70 in the next five years is a bit frightening). It was so nice to have all our friends over, have some drinks, eat too much and just enjoy the warm summer night.

There aren’t that many left of those and the thought terrifies me a little bit. There’s something magical about summer nights, I’m sure. When we were walking home from the bar, I heard birds singing and I realized, I’m now used to hearing them sing at nights. Though 4 am hardly classifies as night.

helsinki by night
Helsinki at somewhere around 4am.

Sunday was spent at the beach – nothing like a little sun and happy people around to cure a hangover. What I don’t recommend though, is a horror movie as a cure. There might have been a moment where the movie got me. Is it normal to scream out loud, hide under a blanket and cry a little? Asking for a friend. 

And hey! If you live in Helsinki and are wondering where to order food for a party, I can recommend Konditoria Hopia & Stockmann Herkku.
We wanted the option of ordering the food and picking it up ourselves – we didn’t want catering, because it would have meant having some personnel at out party.

My dress is from Boohoo.

Now, it’s one more work week before our holiday in Amsterdam. Life is good!

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