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Monday, February 28, 2011
Seven Months!
I don't know where the time has gone, blah blah.
We have been doing pretty well the last week.
First off, sleep. After a particularly bad night I ordered a bed rail to facilitate safe bed sharing. J installed it Thursday and the sleeping began. It isn't the same quality of sleep, but I didn't expect it would be and that's ok. Sleep is sleep and I'll take it, thank you very much. Not getting up to nurse, means being less awake and Grace and I have both been in a great mood the last few days. We had the best family weekend we have had in ages.
Don't mind me, I'm just a cute little bed bug.
Solids are a slow start. Despite being curious about everything, my food included, when it came to actually eating, not so much. She will eat about a tablespoon of veggies or fruit mixed with cereal, then she's done and wants to nurse. I'm fine with this. I don't intend to wean her until she is ready, or the biting does me in. Considering she has seven teeth already, I don't see the biting getting worse and it is manageable now. Another thing, in a long list, that surprises me about myself as a mother is my dedication to nursing.
This doesn't taste like pizza!
Movement and play have dramatically improved the last week. Grace does not like to play alone, which gets a little old. She has been able to roll sporadically for a while, but her skills have gotten much better lately. Now she can roll and scoot to toys. Yay! Now I can knit and goof off on the interweb clean and put laundry away! I still can't leave the room without the fussing, but we're getting there, right?
Life is getting more fun every day!
We have been doing pretty well the last week.
First off, sleep. After a particularly bad night I ordered a bed rail to facilitate safe bed sharing. J installed it Thursday and the sleeping began. It isn't the same quality of sleep, but I didn't expect it would be and that's ok. Sleep is sleep and I'll take it, thank you very much. Not getting up to nurse, means being less awake and Grace and I have both been in a great mood the last few days. We had the best family weekend we have had in ages.
Solids are a slow start. Despite being curious about everything, my food included, when it came to actually eating, not so much. She will eat about a tablespoon of veggies or fruit mixed with cereal, then she's done and wants to nurse. I'm fine with this. I don't intend to wean her until she is ready, or the biting does me in. Considering she has seven teeth already, I don't see the biting getting worse and it is manageable now. Another thing, in a long list, that surprises me about myself as a mother is my dedication to nursing.
Movement and play have dramatically improved the last week. Grace does not like to play alone, which gets a little old. She has been able to roll sporadically for a while, but her skills have gotten much better lately. Now she can roll and scoot to toys. Yay! Now I can
Life is getting more fun every day!
But if you leave you might miss stuff like this
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Six Months!
Grace had her six month check up this week. It went well, despite the shot related tears. Then my own tears started once we got home. We have dabbled in solids the last few weeks and our doctor gave us the go ahead to give her anything she would like to taste. (except peanuts) You might as well have told me she was leaving for college. I felt completely obsolete, ridiculous I know. She will still rely primarily on nursing for nutrition for her first year. Solids will be a compliment to breastmilk, to introduce her to the many flavors and textures of grown up food. I should be excited to share these things with her, and I am. It just feels like the beginning of the end of an era. Oh the drama!
My tiny baby is sixteen pounds and has some pretty concrete opinions. Namely, Mama all the time please. She has fun with Daddy and the grandparents, but she likes to have me in sight. Thankfully, she adores my parents so much she doesn't fuss when I go to work. I feel so lucky to spend 22 hours a day with her. Mornings are my favorite. We cuddle in bed and smile at each other while we wake up. On the weekends Daddy gets to share the fun with us. She is such a little lug to carry around, my back and hips are in constant pain. I've been looking at getting a new carrier by spring.
My biggest personal struggle is "me" time. I get a fair amount of interweb and reading time, but I rarely leave the house. Story time has helped a little, at least I'm with adults, but I've just gotten into the habit of staying in. (wonders if this is how agoraphobia begins) Afternoons are nap time, for both of us, and bedtime starts at 8-8:30. I still primarily nurse down to sleep and a lot of nights it's a struggle. Or maybe I'm just making excuses because of the crazy.
But it's ok, I can leave the house once she leaves for the dorms
My tiny baby is sixteen pounds and has some pretty concrete opinions. Namely, Mama all the time please. She has fun with Daddy and the grandparents, but she likes to have me in sight. Thankfully, she adores my parents so much she doesn't fuss when I go to work. I feel so lucky to spend 22 hours a day with her. Mornings are my favorite. We cuddle in bed and smile at each other while we wake up. On the weekends Daddy gets to share the fun with us. She is such a little lug to carry around, my back and hips are in constant pain. I've been looking at getting a new carrier by spring.
My biggest personal struggle is "me" time. I get a fair amount of interweb and reading time, but I rarely leave the house. Story time has helped a little, at least I'm with adults, but I've just gotten into the habit of staying in. (wonders if this is how agoraphobia begins) Afternoons are nap time, for both of us, and bedtime starts at 8-8:30. I still primarily nurse down to sleep and a lot of nights it's a struggle. Or maybe I'm just making excuses because of the crazy.
But it's ok, I can leave the house once she leaves for the dorms
