When I was younger time always seemed like it was going sooo slow. Years never seemed to go by all that fast, especially when I was in school. I remember sitting around with my friends on weekends and during summer with nothing to do just wishing that time would hurry the heck up. Well, it may be eight years later, but I finally got my wish and now I’m wishing that time would just slow the heck down.
Emma officially turned one month last Thursday, and this has been, by far, the fastest month of my entire life. I can’t believe that it’s been an entire month, yet at the same time I can’t believe it’s only been a month. Even during the hard moments when she’s crying and I don’t know why or I’m getting up with her for what seems like the hundredth time in a night, I wish that she’d stay little forever.
The first week at home was definitely hard. We had several nights where I was waking up and constantly feeling like I was in a daze while trying to care for this sweet little babe. I said this in my last post about her, but I’m so stinkin’ grateful that my husband was able to be off for two and a half weeks because, as selfish as this sounds, there were definitely several moments where I needed someone else to take her for even just a few minutes. After the first two weeks, we started to get settled into our new normal. We still had hard days and nights, but things seemed to get a little easier and we settled somewhat into a routine.
We seemed to have gotten really lucky in the sense that she’s a pretty calm baby (for the most part). When she’s awake she’s totally content to just sit with me on the couch while we look at each other. I’m so incredibly thankful for that because when she cries, she cries, and I can’t imagine how heartbreaking and tiring it would be to listen to that all of the time.
We’ve been doing tummy time (talk about real mom language over here) since week 2, and she does pretty well with it. She’s getting better at turning her head, but she’s great at working those legs while she’s laying there!
- Weight: I have no clue! At her 2-week appointment she weighed 6.5 lbs.
- Wearing: She’s still in newborn size clothes and diapers.
- Sleep: We get about 7 hours of sleep at night, though obviously not all in one stretch.
One thing I learned:
In the first week, particularly the first few days, I learned that I really don’t need that much sleep to be a normal, functioning adult. The night she was born I probably slept for 30 minutes, and then the first week was rough. So I’m obviously happy we’re getting more sleep now.
What I’m looking forward to:
More smiles! We recently have gotten a few smiles here and there, but I can’t wait to get them more often because they are adorable!! Her grumpy face isn’t bad either, though.