Ellie rolled over yesterday! Twice! At 2 months, 1 day. She only does it when she’s really really mad and crying though. Which lately has been quite a lot. She’s a little congested and I think that has been the cause. We see the Dr. again tomorrow. Another 2 hour wait. Lovely.
She’s 8 weeks old and it seems that the 6 week mark was when things really started happening. She has started in with cat naps. My least favorite part of it all. It totally sucks. Just when I get in the groove of things she wakes. But she smiles a whole lot! It’s so cute! I love it how happy she gets when she sees me. She has started sleeping in 6 hour stretches. Well, one 6 hour stretch. But she’s a late sleeper. We can usually get her to sleep until 9. Sometimes 10. I don’t know what I would do without our swing. Always bought me 2 extra hours of sleep in the morning with Cole too. It’s awesome!
I can’t believe how big she is. Now when I pick her up she doesn’t seem so delicate. She’s sturdier now. Bittersweet. Can’t wait to talk to her in a year or two but I miss the cuddly little newborn stage. You know the one. The one where they sleep 18 hours of the day and nurse or poop the rest.
Also, got the weirdest visit from my aunt. Super weird because I am exclusively nursing. Not a single missed feeding. Ever. So why the visit? I
kinda totally feel cheated.
Work is getting increasingly more difficult now. I’m throwing a few ideas around but waiting to see what the next month will bring. They change so much and i am not sure if it’s an irritated throat or tummy or just her age.
Monkey Hear, Monkey Tear
Yes. We have a sensitive one on our hands. She’s just like her Mama.
I was holding her after I had just nursed her and Cole had been asking for candy. We said no. He started crying. She started doing what we call in Spanish “pucheros” which translates into a “pout” or “grimace or distortion of the face which precedes crying“. Below is a perfect example of a puchero.
Looks painful (for her) but gosh do we LOVE it when she does it!
Every morning I feel renewed and refreshed. I’ve had the longest stretch of sleep I’ll have all day. A whole 5 hours. I sit there and I rock my little bundle. A whole 7 weeks old. The house is quiet. The Hubs has left for work and Toddler is still asleep. And as my Baby Girl nurses, she pauses to look up at me and I get a smile. A smile! A smile that says “I think I love you even in all your morning messiness.” And this makes my heart smile a really big smile. I am filled with new hope for the day. I think that I may even be able to live up to my idea (or ideal) of motherhood.
I start planning my day. There will be hot showers, hot breakfasts, some silly dancing with the littles, and maybe a stroll to the park if we aren’t exhasuted from all the awesomeness the day has brought us.
I run to jump in the shower. I place a very content baby into her bouncy. And that’s pretty much it.
I set myself up for failure from the get go. She hates being in a dirty diaper. I should have changed her diaper first. Now I’m half shaven and I can’t remeber if I used conditioner but I know I didn’t have time to rinse it out. No way I’m going out like that!
There’s always tomorrow I guess.
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