One Month

Age:  1 month old!

Weight: 10.4 pounds

Height:  23 inches

Favorite activity: Eating or sleeping...though you get a kick out of watching the ceiling fan.

Honorable mentions: Staring with rapt attention at the ceiling fan.

Least favorite activity:  Burping, Lord how you hate it when we take the food away.

Milestones:  You are holding your head up quite well.  Sometimes you still look like a bobble head, but we're constantly amazed at how strong you are!

No more baby bobblehead!

Words: none

Sleep:  2-3 hours at a time with increased wakefulness during the day

Best Moment: Taking you to the faculty Christmas party where you were ooo'd and ahhh'd over appropriately.

Worst Moment: The night you wailed (not cried, the angry scream that you do when you're ticked) for 2 hours.

Eating:  You are thriving on formula and while me not being able to breastfeed you breaks my heart every day, it's getting a little easier.  A lot because I've put away/gotten rid of any and all reminders of how my body let us both down.  I know it's not the best way of coping, but right now, I just need those things to go away.

You take about 2 ounces at every feeding.  Sometimes, though, I swear you have a hollow leg because you'll do two or three 2 ounce bottles in two or three hours!

Teeth: None, but your front teeth look like they might pop out at any time.  They've looked like that since you were born.

Even the nurses in the hospital commented on your "teeth."

We love you to the Moon and back, buddy.  We can't wait to see what the next month brings.

Red chair picture - 1 month

Giggles

Even though you've only been here two and a half weeks, Little One, you keep us laughing constantly.  For example:

• One morning, I asked you if you were hungry and wanted a bottle.  As soon as I said bottle, your eyes lit up and you made what I can only call your "Oooo" face.  Your mouth made this perfect O.

• While in the hospital, I was burping you.  You were almost asleep when you let out the loudest belch I've ever heard (not just from a baby).  It scared me so badly, I almost dropped you!

• Even though we know your smiles are gas related, you smile at the funniest times.  Last night, Daddy was up for your 2 hour dance party from 3 - 5, and he tried to give you a bottle.  You locked your lips together and grinned an evil grin.  Tired as we were, we had to laugh.  You stinker.

• One evening, I decided you needed some diaper rash cream on your bum.  Well, it must have been cold because as soon as it touched your bum your teeth started to chatter.  Such the little drama king.

• It's no secret that Daddy needs more sleep than Mommy.  However, Daddy has been helping out on everything since you were born.  He doesn't want to miss a minute of your activity.  I knew Daddy needed some sleep one night though.  You started to cry so I got out of bed to make your bottle.  Daddy sat up as I walked to the bathroom.  You fussed while I got your bottle ready.  When I came out and started to feed you, I looked over and Daddy was still sitting up on his side of the bed.  Only now, he was burping and shushing his pillow.  Oh, how I giggled at that one.

Week 2

Dear Wombat,

I can't believe you're already two weeks old!  Time is just flying by.

We tried to take you to get pictures done for birth announcements/Christmas last weekend.  Epic fail.   Even with an appointment there was a one hour wait.  Mama was not about to wait an hour with you in a photo studio full of germy people.  It's majorly inconvenient that you were born close to Christmas.  Now we have to fight the Christmas crazies just to get a few professional pictures of your cuteness.   It's kind of stressing Mommy out, the whole picture thing, because you're only going to be this little for a short time and I don't want to miss it!  Luckily, your Daddy has plans and he'll make sure something happens if I tell him it's important to me.  He's wonderful like that.

Also, let's talk about the hands.  Good grief, child, get your hands out of your face!  For 9  months, I thought about swaddling you and laying you down to sleep.  Ha!  Oh, I can try to swaddle you, but those sneaky arms always find a way to sneak out.  You are one tricky little man.  I wish you'd let me put you in the baby straight jacket, I mean swaddle, because you wake yourself up so often with your flailing appendages.

Speaking of sleep, please start doing that.  You have a good night (only waking up twice and giving Mommy 3 hours of sleep at a time) and then you have a bad night (waking up every 2 hours with a 2 hour dance party from 3-5).  Buddy, Mama needs sleep.  Mama gets crazy eyes when she doesn't get sleep...and let's not even talk about her hair.

We spend a little time each day on our tummies which you hate.  That being said, you're super strong already and starting to have better control over your head.  Soon you'll be able to hold it up yourself and Mama won't be so paranoid whenever someone else holds you.  (Yeah right)

Daddy has been working all week and boy do we miss him!  It would be nice to stay home, just the three of us forever, but unfortunately life just doesn't work like that.   Luckily, Daddy can come home at lunch time and check on us and snuggle you.  It's always fun to snuggle you, my little wiggle worm.

Christmas is quickly approaching and we're looking forward to starting new family traditions with you.

We love you more and more each day.

Love,
Mama