Dang, didn’t I just write one of these? And yet here we are with a 4 month old! I have to say that this month has pretty much been pure joy. Isn’t that just pathetic? I gag as I write it and yet it’s true. I’m shocked at how full my heart is every time I look at those huge blue eyes and toothless grin.
The few challenges we had (sleep! car!) just seemed to resolve themselves at exactly 3 months. Friends had told us to expect change, but I didn’t expect it to be so sudden. Elia stopped screaming in the car ON her 3 month “birthday.” Seriously. One day she was inconsolable, and literally the very next she was looking out the window, or at her toy, or just cooing. She also started sleeping much better. She now goes down at 8, wakes between 1 & 4 for a feeding and then again around 6. After eating, she’ll have some quality time with Ashley before she gets ready for work (either “dance party” or a walk), and then we go back to sleep until 9 or so. I can live with this!
Eating is becoming an adventure – she kicks her leg up on my shoulder and is VERY distractible. It’s like she’s surprised to discover that I’m there while she’s eating, so she has to pop off every few seconds to flash me an adorable smile. Then back on, then pops off and grins or looks around. Etc, etc, etc. I asked the doctor about it and she said I don’t really have to worry about her eating less since she’s clearly gaining weight.
The very best thing though, has been the explosion of “talking.” Oh MY, this girl can talk. She cooes and squeals and squeaks but besides the sounds, her whole face gets in on the action. Her lips and tongue move like she’s really talking, eyes get big, eyebrows wiggle around…it’s great. She has a ton to say and it doesn’t matter if she’s happy or fussing you. She will lock eye contact and just tell you how it has to be….and this goes on all day long.
We just have so much fun with her each and every day.
She’s up to 13lbs, 4oz and 24.5″ . In a fun little coincidence I was the exact same weight and length at 4 months – to the ounce and half inch!
In other news, I can now say that pumping and dumping sucks. SUCKS. What was the cause of my pump & dump? Too much wine at a big girl’s night out? Too many margs on a date night? The free 6pm shot at our local watering hole? An extra-large, triple shot latte? NO! I friggin pulled a lower back muscle bending over to pick up a Publix bag. What am I, 80?? That happened Saturday night. On Sunday morning, I couldn’t hold Elia or bend over her changing table. I realized that I had my mom and Ashley practically falling over themselves to be with Elia on Sunday, whereas I wouldn’t have either of them on Monday. I had to get better by Monday. And that meant that I couldn’t afford to wait for an acupuncture appointment. So off I went to a doc in the box and got a shot. Within minutes, I was feeling gooood ;-). And I only missed a few feedings. The good news is that I have a freezer full of milk for exactly this kind of surprise/emergency situation. I should be just fine moving forward – I just need to remember to stretch before lifting grocery bags.