Olivia's "First" Haircut

At exactly 3 months and 14 days, Steve gave Olivia her first haircut.  Standing in the middle of the kitchen floor, holding my baby, it was far harder on me than it is on her.  I think she liked it.  For the next few months she will be looking like a little boy, and I will be wrapping her in extra layers of pink.  But hopefully, when it grows back, she will have a more even hair do.

BEFORE

I call it her peacock hair.  One day around three weeks old her hair stood up after bath time, and it has been standing tall ever since.  We thought for sure gravity would have taken over by now...  It's ever so soft, and brushes against my face when I'm holding her.  Oh how I will miss my baby's baby hair. 

AFTER

I'm not sure how I feel about my bald baby.  She is so cute still, of course... But I miss her hair already. 

100 Days Old

A start at tummy time. 

Three Months Today

The past couple days have been emotionally draining.  After yet another couple days of painful clogged ducts, I have finally made the decision to stop breastfeeding.  I'm still making peace with this decision, on a hourly basis.  I love feeding my baby, knowing that the milk going into her belly is the best possible.  I hate the idea that her nutrition will come in the form of a powder.  But... oh how I wish to hold her tightly without wincing, not to mention the times I can't hold her at all because it hurts so much.  I don't mind pumping around the clock if it means I can avoid those painful knots.  After trying three pumps and talking to every lactation nurse in the hospital, things are just not better.  I feel truly that I have given it my all, that the quality of life for everyone I know will improve if I stop pumping.  But...  somehow... I can't look at the dwindling milk supply in the fridge without a pang of guilt and sadness.

Oh how I have become acquainted with mommy guilt.

Three months today.  There is no doubt Olivia is grandma's little girl.

On eating -
She can't give up her midnight feeding.  She has slept eight hour stretches on two separate occasions, but the norm is still five hours.  She wakes up, eats, and goes back to sleep without a fuss.  For that I am thankful.

On clothes-
Olivia is rapidly outgrowing her 0-3 months onesies.  One day I glanced over and her little legs are curled in a tightly stretched onesie.  Yep, time to upgrade.  She is almost twelve pounds but it's mostly the length that forces us to put away her cute little outfits.  When we go to our pediatrician visit next month, I hope she is still in the fiftieth percentile.

On milestones-
My baby can't turn over yet, can't sit up yet, can't grab onto toys when I dangle them in front of her face yet.  But what she CAN do is giggle and smile, stick out her tongue and show off that cute dimple.  Suck her thumb, fingers, and whole fist like it's the most delicious popsicle, all the while drooling all over her face and the bed.  She holds her head straight up when I hold her, but loses control often and bang into my face.