At her last weigh-in she was 12 lbs 12 oz and she seems to be gaining just under an ounce a day, so I’m thinking she’s well on her way to 13 lbs! I still don’t know how long she is, but Matt measured her (sort of) while she was napping on me and says she’s easily 24 inches.
We’ve just been calling her by her real name, or ‘baby’ or ‘baby girl.’ Creative, I know. But we spent a lot of time picking out her name, so we want to use it as-is! One thing we have been calling her, shamefully, is Droolia Roberts but I really, really don’t want that to be a real nickname.
In the first part of this month she was a bit feistier than she is now. She always needed to be moving, rocking, bouncing — anything to distract her from wanting to eat constantly. Now that she’s being fed bottled breastmilk she seems more content to be on her own. I don’t know if they’re connected or it was a developmental thing waiting to happen, but she’s okay being on her own, playing, now, for at least a few minutes.
Most of the time she’s all smiles, as long as we get to her food needs quickly enough! She’s incredibly alert, still — it’s something nearly everyone comments on, when they meet her. And she loves to smile.
She spent a lot of this month wanting to bear weight on her legs, and ‘stands’ really well with some help from us. She has also learned how to put her pacifier in her mouth (though most of the time she just flings it at the general direction of her face). She’s started to mimic us with sounds and facial expressions, and is a lot more controlled with her movements.
Recently she started vocalizing like crazy. She coos and aaaaaaahs at her toys, and sometimes us.
Again, better with bottles. The first time I gave her an evening bottle she slept for eight hours. Of course that was a total fluke, and for the last few weeks she’s been on a streak of being up every two hours, but now that she is transitioned to her crib overnight and used to both mom and dad feeding her, she’s been extending those stretches.
She’s getting better about falling back to sleep with minimal help if she’s startled in the middle of a nap, and I’m grateful for her daytime sleep because it affords me the chance to pump. Except for when it doesn’t happen at all, and everything falls apart, but hey, nothing is predictable.
M had a tongue tie clip right after she turned two months old, and was an excellent latcher for about a week. It gradually got worse and worse until she was just hanging on the end of my nipple, or worse yet, not even closing her mouth or sucking when I tried to attach her. Her gag reflex has really flared up, to the point that she’s gagging when she touches her face near her mouth with her own hand. I’ve heard from one chiropractor in town that the other local chiro is good with babies, so I might call in and see what they can do for facial tightness.
With bottles, M eats 2-4 oz. a time, every hour and a half to three hours or so, during the day. She can’t flange her top lip around a bottle very well (I think she’s a bit lip tied, honestly, but I don’t even know where to start working out our feeding problems and I think the gag reflex/high palate is a worse problem than anything else) and she clicks and slides off the bottle occasionally, but she’s getting better.
I was breastfeeding her at night for awhile but it became too painful and frustrating, so she’s getting just bottles, now. I read up on ‘bottle nursing’ which makes me feel better — I cradle her to my chest, make eye contact and interact with her much as I did with breastfeeding. In fact, I’m probably less likely to be doing anything other than paying attention to her because it’s generally a two hands required kind of thing.
Mostly into 3-6 month stuff! Some of it is still loose, particularly the onesies, but the pants are long enough as are the sleepers. I tried to put her in one of my favourite pairs of 0-3 month pants and they were comically short, so I think we’re barely clinging onto that size. I feel sad putting it all away/consigning it, but I’m also excited to get her into her next wardrobe stage!
Eating, her Wubbanub, eating her Wubbanub, people really close to her face saying Hiiiii!, fires in the woodstove, stretching after being unswaddled, a toy wooly mammoth I gave to her on a whim one day, kicking things, being in the Maman Kangourou wrap facing outward. Still loves going new places and meeting new people. She has also developed a bit of a fascination with Marbles, who runs away as soon as she makes eye contact. She is madly in love with her Oball.
Having to wait to eat, breastmilk that hasn’t been warmed up (we tried it once), being in her swing without a soother, waking up in the dark, waking up after a long nap.
Things to Remember:
The tongue tie clip and that one week of glorious feeding. Grandma’s visit and all of the fun we had sharing M and showing off where we live. The marathon trip to Thunder Bay and back in one day to get M’s passport. That hilariously awful morning involving numerous diaper changes and two bath attempts. Our first time getting out of the house for a walk together.
Mom & Dad:
Feeling a little like we are never going to accomplish the things we want/need to do, but grateful to have the ability to prioritize M and know that our time to paint, shovel, etc., will eventually come. We are trying to treat one another with kindness and care, and most of the time there’s more of a sense of calm in our household. The hardest parts seem to have faded out, and we’re carving out our new normal, again.
Looking Forward to:
Our vacation! I can’t wait to escape snow, see family, and let M get some warm fresh air on her face in South Carolina.