Two months tomorrow, my daughter is still a teeny tiny newborn. She still wakes up at least twice to eat in the middle of the night, can't sleep peacefully past four hour stretches, and have that sad little infant grunt that I understand is not here to stay. She is, however, more alert during the day time. She makes good eye contact and sometimes we imagine she responds with a smile or giggle. She still waves her little hands all around, but doesn't quite play with the objects we place in front of her.
Call me an impatient mommy, I know I am.
2/11/2015. After a night time bath on the day she was born. The nurse cut her little hat into a bow and she has been wearing hats (and loving baths) ever since. We only stayed in the hospital for 24 hours, which in hindsight was a mistake. We thought we would rest better at home. Ha! It's been two months and I'm still waiting to "rest better".
Week One. Roughest week to date. The most intense pain coupled with the most mind numbing sleep deprivation. Baby O had a rough time too. She came home with a bili light for the weekend. I don't want to think about that week to much...
Week Two. Newborn photo session! O pooped on the photographer props twice, thus putting an end to the naked portion of her session. We only got one naked picture of her, haha.
Week Three. Baby acne officially started, I fought off the urge every day to take her to the pediatrician just to make sure it's not anything else I should worry about. Finally around week seven she has her baby soft skin back.
ONE MONTH! A feast was made by Grandma Do for the angels. We did not want to have a one month party for her (as is tradition) in the setting of the flu season and resurgence of measles. I don't remember any major milestones... She was still pooping around the clock and sleeping too little to brag about.
Week Five. Milestone #1, she outgrew most of her newborn clothes! Milestone #2, one day after bath we brushed her hair and they stood right up, and have been since. It is super soft, and super tall, hehe. Milestone #3, stretches of four hours between feedings at night. We take what we can get.
Week Seven. O is noticeably bigger, don't you think? Look at those chubby arms! She has much more neck strength now, especially when I hold her over my shoulder, she likes to lift up her head and look all around. She also likes to fall asleep over my shoulders... so sweet I can never put her down or wake her up (there is a lot of mutual sweating and not so mutual drooling).
My mom has been helping me since O was three days old. She holds her all day every day, sings to her tirelessly, talks to her, and most importantly comes to get her from me every morning at 5AM so I can get in another two to three hours of sleep. She has been gone exactly two and half days, and oh man do I miss her. O misses her too.
Tomorrow Olivia will be two months old. I feel guilty (a lot) that I don't think to myself "time is going by so fast"! For me, it is a daily battle to squeeze in sleep and time to do the things that keep me sane (making my bed, washing bottles, clean up, shower, etc etc). I love my daughter and think she is so cute at this age/size, but I do NOT want her to stay this little forever. I want to hear her call me mom, to smile when I tickle her, to taste REAL food. But most of all, I want, I wish, I hope, she can sleep through the night...
