There is a small chance that The Bubby said "Mum" today - in the highchair, whinging to be let out after breakfast.
In a similar kind of milestone, over the last week or so The Toddler has started stammering a lot at the start of her sentences. A quick google has confirmed what I though - it is common at this age because they are processing so much, but it's still a little worry. It's yet another thing to think about how it might affect her and how I could protect her.
Showing posts with label Bubby. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 27 November 2013
Saturday, 26 October 2013
Feeding stretch
I got to compete in my first regatta today, with the dragon boating I started a bit over a month ago.
I needed to be there by 7am - urgh.
The Bubby woke up at 530 so I fed her - she did 4 minutes on one side, 2 on the other.
I didn't get the chance to feed her again until almost 130. That's 8 hours after a small feed, which was 10 hours after her last feed.
On the plus side, The Bubby took a bottle of EBM from The Husband. I'm glad she did because she had only really half fed from the bottle until now, and it had been ages since we last tried.
But there was a part of me that felt a little rejected, which is silly, because I want her to start formula for her day feeds before she starts daycare next year. And the pain in my chest kind of wanted her to feed when she arrived with The Husband and The Toddler at around 11.30am.
I needed to be there by 7am - urgh.
The Bubby woke up at 530 so I fed her - she did 4 minutes on one side, 2 on the other.
I didn't get the chance to feed her again until almost 130. That's 8 hours after a small feed, which was 10 hours after her last feed.
On the plus side, The Bubby took a bottle of EBM from The Husband. I'm glad she did because she had only really half fed from the bottle until now, and it had been ages since we last tried.
But there was a part of me that felt a little rejected, which is silly, because I want her to start formula for her day feeds before she starts daycare next year. And the pain in my chest kind of wanted her to feed when she arrived with The Husband and The Toddler at around 11.30am.
Sunday, 13 October 2013
Six months old
I can't believe it.
It's been six months since we welcomed our littlest baby girl into the world.
Six months since we first saw her little dark head and little dark eyes peer out with a grumpy glare.
Six months since the first time I cried when I held her.
Six months since The Toddler became a big sister.
Six months.
Of course, she doesn't feel that old. But it's hard to tell how old she 'feels' compared to The Toddler, largely because of the time she was in the harness.
The Bubby will roll from back to front (a lot), but very rarely goes back. She is maybe nearly close to being able to hold herself up in a sit position, but not yet. She is okay at putting food in her mouth and a real gun at eating food off a spoon.
She laughs, a lot. She was cracking up like it was amazingly hilarious when The Husband was bouncing a plastic ball outside with The Toddler in front of her yesterday. She kickes out her arms and legs when she sees me. She lights up at almost every look at her sister. She babbles and gurgles and raspberries and squeals.
She feeds 4-5 times a day now. Mostly she is in a routine of 1 early morning feed (2-5amish), 8ish, 12ish, 4ish and then to sleep (my choice, in my effort to get her to sleep through). She eats three meals a day, mostly baby mush but also baby mum-mums, toast and steamed fruit. She drinks water with her meals and loves it, smiling as soon as the cup is in her mouth and reaching out for the handles.
She holds on to toys and crinkles them. She puts a lot of things in her mouth. When she is tired she sucks her thumb, when she is extra tired she also grabs her ears or the top of her own head. Her fontanelle still pulses with her brain. She doesn't have as many neck rolls as her sister, but she is well covered nontheless. She poops like a person, not like a baby, and now 5 of her last 6 decent big poops have been presented to me while I have been changing a smaller poop.
Her hair is growing, and growing in fairer. She has a spot of stubble on the back of her head that is growing but is fun to brush against my face. She has amazing long dark eyelashes like her sister, and such expressive eyes. Her eyebrows look like her fathers, with loose hairs hanging down, but move a lot like mine. She has pinchy little grabby hands that love to hold on to my fingers. She has raised big toes that stick up like her Nanny's. She has only two folds in each thigh.
She is my baby and she is now closer to one than not.
It's been six months since we welcomed our littlest baby girl into the world.
Six months since we first saw her little dark head and little dark eyes peer out with a grumpy glare.
Six months since the first time I cried when I held her.
Six months since The Toddler became a big sister.
Six months.
Of course, she doesn't feel that old. But it's hard to tell how old she 'feels' compared to The Toddler, largely because of the time she was in the harness.
The Bubby will roll from back to front (a lot), but very rarely goes back. She is maybe nearly close to being able to hold herself up in a sit position, but not yet. She is okay at putting food in her mouth and a real gun at eating food off a spoon.
She laughs, a lot. She was cracking up like it was amazingly hilarious when The Husband was bouncing a plastic ball outside with The Toddler in front of her yesterday. She kickes out her arms and legs when she sees me. She lights up at almost every look at her sister. She babbles and gurgles and raspberries and squeals.
She feeds 4-5 times a day now. Mostly she is in a routine of 1 early morning feed (2-5amish), 8ish, 12ish, 4ish and then to sleep (my choice, in my effort to get her to sleep through). She eats three meals a day, mostly baby mush but also baby mum-mums, toast and steamed fruit. She drinks water with her meals and loves it, smiling as soon as the cup is in her mouth and reaching out for the handles.
She holds on to toys and crinkles them. She puts a lot of things in her mouth. When she is tired she sucks her thumb, when she is extra tired she also grabs her ears or the top of her own head. Her fontanelle still pulses with her brain. She doesn't have as many neck rolls as her sister, but she is well covered nontheless. She poops like a person, not like a baby, and now 5 of her last 6 decent big poops have been presented to me while I have been changing a smaller poop.
Her hair is growing, and growing in fairer. She has a spot of stubble on the back of her head that is growing but is fun to brush against my face. She has amazing long dark eyelashes like her sister, and such expressive eyes. Her eyebrows look like her fathers, with loose hairs hanging down, but move a lot like mine. She has pinchy little grabby hands that love to hold on to my fingers. She has raised big toes that stick up like her Nanny's. She has only two folds in each thigh.
She is my baby and she is now closer to one than not.
Sunday, 6 October 2013
Cut down
The Bubby fed at 7am, 1130am, 330pm and 800pm.
I hope we're not up all night, and that maybe (just maybe?) she's able to stretch this far now.
She had a weetbix with boiled water over it at 830am, a sachet of chicken and veg at 130pm, and a piece of toast, a baby mum-mum and half a sachet of bangers and mash (with some water) at 630pm.
I hope we're not up all night, and that maybe (just maybe?) she's able to stretch this far now.
She had a weetbix with boiled water over it at 830am, a sachet of chicken and veg at 130pm, and a piece of toast, a baby mum-mum and half a sachet of bangers and mash (with some water) at 630pm.
Friday, 4 October 2013
Eating
The Bubby is up to eating three packets of food a day (yup, typical second child scenario).
I've pulled out the baby food books so I can start giving her more solid food (as opposed to puree) but I still can't get my head around what I used to do!
She is a fantastic little eater, so I hope she keeps it up.
I've pulled out the baby food books so I can start giving her more solid food (as opposed to puree) but I still can't get my head around what I used to do!
She is a fantastic little eater, so I hope she keeps it up.
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Cluckity cluck
We met up this morning for work mothers group - our latest addition is a gorgeous baby boy, not yet three weeks old.
It was so sweet to see him and to see the other mummy's cluck over him. It was especially touching to see one of my friends potentially questioning whether or not she wanted more babies, when no other baby had done that for her.
It was also nice for me to see how I felt. He is super cute. He makes little squeaky noises and he sleeps and he has gorgeous little hair and hands and eyelashes. But there was not one little part of me that wanted to return to that time - it's only been five months, but The Bubby has grown a lot more in that time and I have zero urge to go backwards, let alone be pregnant.
I am definitely done.
It was so sweet to see him and to see the other mummy's cluck over him. It was especially touching to see one of my friends potentially questioning whether or not she wanted more babies, when no other baby had done that for her.
It was also nice for me to see how I felt. He is super cute. He makes little squeaky noises and he sleeps and he has gorgeous little hair and hands and eyelashes. But there was not one little part of me that wanted to return to that time - it's only been five months, but The Bubby has grown a lot more in that time and I have zero urge to go backwards, let alone be pregnant.
I am definitely done.
Saturday, 3 August 2013
Sweet
The Bubby was laying back on our bed while we got ready to watch the Brumbies play in the final at the club - The Toddler was going to hang out with Nanny and The Bubby was going to come with us.
The Bubby had just fed (an hour ealier than I expected) and was tired and whingey. When I am home alone and getting ready, there are times that she is just left to cry. It's never long, and it's never on the odd occassion that she actually gets distressed, but just at times when things need to be done.
The Husband came in to pick her up, and she stopped straight away. In typical fashion, he wasn't ready yet and it was dangerously near the time that we were meant to be arriving at his parents house, so I gave him the hustle-hustle and he put her back down.
And she started whinging again.
And then The Toddler came in, sat on the bed next to her and stroked her hair, telling her it was okay.
And The Bubby stopped whinging. And started laughing.
I do hope these moments continue well into the time they are both able to remember. They clearly adore each other.
The Bubby had just fed (an hour ealier than I expected) and was tired and whingey. When I am home alone and getting ready, there are times that she is just left to cry. It's never long, and it's never on the odd occassion that she actually gets distressed, but just at times when things need to be done.
The Husband came in to pick her up, and she stopped straight away. In typical fashion, he wasn't ready yet and it was dangerously near the time that we were meant to be arriving at his parents house, so I gave him the hustle-hustle and he put her back down.
And she started whinging again.
And then The Toddler came in, sat on the bed next to her and stroked her hair, telling her it was okay.
And The Bubby stopped whinging. And started laughing.
I do hope these moments continue well into the time they are both able to remember. They clearly adore each other.
Friday, 2 August 2013
Bang! Boom! Body!
I've been doing Weight Watchers now for a month and I've lost 4.4kg.
I feel better. I have more energy. I am cooking better meals for myself and my family. I look forward to getting out and getting to the gym (and yes, to 'letting' the husband experience an hour or so twice a week as the stay-at-home parent). I wore leggings to the gym for the first time ever. I am thinking about what goes in my mouth rather than just obsessing and craving all the 'bad' food I can get my hands on.
I'm now about the weight I was when I fell pregnant with The Bubby. Which is five more than when I fell pregnant with The Toddler. Which is another five more than my preferred weight. Which is also a few above an awesome (but not really sustainable) weight.
But, while I am back in my 'normal' size and even have a few of those falling down, my shape is nothing like it was before. My stomach is in terrible shape, and the fact that my pelvis is still (STILL!) slipping out (both forward and up/down) is a bit of a pain in the butt (and the pelvis). I don't remember being this barrelly before I fell pregnant the second time, but I could have just been in denial.
Additionally, I get an extra 14 points while The Bubby is fully exclusively breastfed. That cuts down to 7 once she starts solids. We were planning to start The Bubby on solids at exactly 4 months like we did with The Toddler, but while I know she is watching us eat, I am not sure her neck control (see the previous post!) is where it needs to be. I've got a bit over a week to think about it, but we'll see how it goes.
But it feels great to be out and healthy.
It feels great to be living like an adult.
I feel better. I have more energy. I am cooking better meals for myself and my family. I look forward to getting out and getting to the gym (and yes, to 'letting' the husband experience an hour or so twice a week as the stay-at-home parent). I wore leggings to the gym for the first time ever. I am thinking about what goes in my mouth rather than just obsessing and craving all the 'bad' food I can get my hands on.
I'm now about the weight I was when I fell pregnant with The Bubby. Which is five more than when I fell pregnant with The Toddler. Which is another five more than my preferred weight. Which is also a few above an awesome (but not really sustainable) weight.
But, while I am back in my 'normal' size and even have a few of those falling down, my shape is nothing like it was before. My stomach is in terrible shape, and the fact that my pelvis is still (STILL!) slipping out (both forward and up/down) is a bit of a pain in the butt (and the pelvis). I don't remember being this barrelly before I fell pregnant the second time, but I could have just been in denial.
Additionally, I get an extra 14 points while The Bubby is fully exclusively breastfed. That cuts down to 7 once she starts solids. We were planning to start The Bubby on solids at exactly 4 months like we did with The Toddler, but while I know she is watching us eat, I am not sure her neck control (see the previous post!) is where it needs to be. I've got a bit over a week to think about it, but we'll see how it goes.
But it feels great to be out and healthy.
It feels great to be living like an adult.
Monday, 29 July 2013
Thumbs
While The Toddler was never in to thumb sucking, The Babby totally is (as was her aunty!).
It is so nice to see that you can put her in the bassinet when she's tired, and there is less than five seconds whinge while she works out to turn her head to one side and just pop it in (usually with her fingers over her nose and eyes).
Lets just hope it doesn't cause too many issues when she's older!
It is so nice to see that you can put her in the bassinet when she's tired, and there is less than five seconds whinge while she works out to turn her head to one side and just pop it in (usually with her fingers over her nose and eyes).
Lets just hope it doesn't cause too many issues when she's older!
Thursday, 18 July 2013
Hips
The Toddler: The Toddler's hip angles came back at 31.7 and 33. Neither of those are below the 28 degrees that is the upper limit for healthy at birth. Neither of these are below the 20 degrees that they should be at the age of 2 if healthy. The angles have hardly changed.
The Bubby: Saw the MACH nurse today because I was tired of people telling me she was small or petite. She is in fact on the 50th percentile for height and head circumference, and 75th percentile for weight (so she is heavy!). The nurse also pointed out that her hip folds do not match up exactly. So now she has been booked in to see the specialist in Sydney at the same time as The Toddler. I hope it is nothing.
The Bubby: Saw the MACH nurse today because I was tired of people telling me she was small or petite. She is in fact on the 50th percentile for height and head circumference, and 75th percentile for weight (so she is heavy!). The nurse also pointed out that her hip folds do not match up exactly. So now she has been booked in to see the specialist in Sydney at the same time as The Toddler. I hope it is nothing.
Wednesday, 17 July 2013
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
Rested
Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday night, The Bubby slept through from between 6-8pm until 6-8am.
BLISS.
BLISS.
Wednesday, 26 June 2013
Tick tock
I wish babies came with some sort of indicator, so that if they're going to sleep from 9-5 (last feed at 8!) you can prepare to do the same.
Clever Bubby!
Monday, 24 June 2013
Wake up Jeff!
Without fail, every time I have squished and tickled The Bubby's belly and sung 'wake up Jeff!' to her, I have been shown a massive, face wide, eye crinkly grin.
My happy baby girl.
Saturday, 1 June 2013
Check ups
The Bubby had her hips ulstrasound yesterday to check for hip dysplasia. I'm not sure how to feel about it - the lady conducting the scan commented that they were a bit small, but this could be because she is not yet 6 weeks old according to her due date (although she was exactly seven weeks old from her actual birth date). She did also comment 'perfect!' - but this could have been in relation to finally getting a clear picture of one of her hips (she was not as well behaved while being scanned as The Toddler was).
The follow up appointment with the pediatrician is next week, less than one week to go...
The follow up appointment with the pediatrician is next week, less than one week to go...
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
Smiles
We got baby smiles yesterday.
I was sitting with The Toddler, watching YouTube clips to get her drowsy for a nap, with The Bubby in the rocking chair next to us. The Toddler jumped down and was peering at her sister, right up close in her face as she is want to do.
And The Bubby smiled at her.
Cue me sitting right up close in her face with my phone, asking her "Who's a smiley girl?!" and 20 blurry shots of the cutest damn smile on the silliest chubby dimpled cheeks you ever have seen.
I was sitting with The Toddler, watching YouTube clips to get her drowsy for a nap, with The Bubby in the rocking chair next to us. The Toddler jumped down and was peering at her sister, right up close in her face as she is want to do.
And The Bubby smiled at her.
Cue me sitting right up close in her face with my phone, asking her "Who's a smiley girl?!" and 20 blurry shots of the cutest damn smile on the silliest chubby dimpled cheeks you ever have seen.
Saturday, 18 May 2013
Burp
I cursed it.
After a good run of good sleeps, I got to spend 1:00am - 3:30am in the nursery with The Bubby, trying to burp her. She got fed twice during that time, she was fussing and bobby and thrashing around.
On the bright side, she only made noise once - when she timed a thorough head thrashing with me trying to check if she was hungry, resulting in her whomping her head on my engagement ring.
I got back in to bed at 3:30, and she was with me not long after that, as she was still carrying on. I gave in, got up, turned on all the lights and fetched the Gripe Water (which is now living in the nursery to avoid me putting it off so long) - when she burped five minutes later, it wasn't even that impressive a burp.
So I had a night of feeding at 10pm (I woke her for that one after she'd been sleeping on The Husband all evening), 1:30, 2:30 (back asleep at 4am) 6am and 9am.
And of course I couldn't get a nap today as The Toddler decided to rip up one of her favourite books and decide that me coming in to her room to get it meant that there would be no nap. And she stuck to that opinion for more than an hour and a half before I gave in and got her up.
Babies. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
(Though I must say The Toddler has been extra lovely since getting up, so now I feel double terrible that she has some sort of Stockholme Syndrome after refusing to sleep for so long).
After a good run of good sleeps, I got to spend 1:00am - 3:30am in the nursery with The Bubby, trying to burp her. She got fed twice during that time, she was fussing and bobby and thrashing around.
On the bright side, she only made noise once - when she timed a thorough head thrashing with me trying to check if she was hungry, resulting in her whomping her head on my engagement ring.
I got back in to bed at 3:30, and she was with me not long after that, as she was still carrying on. I gave in, got up, turned on all the lights and fetched the Gripe Water (which is now living in the nursery to avoid me putting it off so long) - when she burped five minutes later, it wasn't even that impressive a burp.
So I had a night of feeding at 10pm (I woke her for that one after she'd been sleeping on The Husband all evening), 1:30, 2:30 (back asleep at 4am) 6am and 9am.
And of course I couldn't get a nap today as The Toddler decided to rip up one of her favourite books and decide that me coming in to her room to get it meant that there would be no nap. And she stuck to that opinion for more than an hour and a half before I gave in and got her up.
Babies. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
(Though I must say The Toddler has been extra lovely since getting up, so now I feel double terrible that she has some sort of Stockholme Syndrome after refusing to sleep for so long).
Sunday, 12 May 2013
Dear Bubby - Month One
Dear Bubby,
After you were fussy last night from 6pm-10pm, then The Husband brought you in for a feed at 12:30, you slept through until 4:30am and I was composing a blog post in my head about how we were finally turning a corner and how happy and proud I was and how great it was you were also having these short feeds...
But then it was 6am and you were still fussing and The Husband didn't get to bed until after 2am and woke up when you did, so he took you to try to settle you. I woke up 45 minutes later, not realising I'd fallen asleep, to find that he was still holding and patting you. I took you back and fed you and he only got another 30 minutes sleep before The Toddler woke up.
It's not very kind of you to only give him 2.5 hours sleep the night before he has to return to work, and it's Mothers Day so he is obligated to let me sleep in. And, because you were fussing again, it's not a good idea to leave me so tired that I fall asleep with you beside me in the bed. That's a very bad idea.
On the whole though, it has been a good month. Excluding the tiredness and the tears, it's been great. You are adorable. You are easy and quick to feed (even though you like to come back for a topup an hour after your feed), you are quick to change and you are (usually) quick to settle. Perhaps I'm just extra optimistic because I find myself putting extra effort in to being happy when The Husband is tired, or perhaps it's because it's Mothers Day and The Toddler gave me a glittery rock that has "You are my rock" written on it in texta, or perhaps it's because I think you were smiling at me today. Who knows? But let's ride with it.
Height & Weight: You're a bit over 3.8kg. I would include your height, but your blue book is in the boot of the car and it's cold and dark outside! I promise to update once I take you in on Thursday for your fortnightly check. That said, I do remember the nurse commenting that you had gone up one percentile step for your height, weight and head, so I think you're doing well.
Sizes: We've moved you out of the 0000's and in to the 000's. Initially, it was laziness on my part because you had pooped/spewed/wet through all of the 0000's we had in the drawers, but then we saw you fitted the 000's just fine. This was of course after I had bought you six new 0000 suits, because of the poop/spew/wetting mentioned above.
I bagged up all your 0000's this evening, and it was (surprisingly) a little sad. I've been very vocal on the fact that we only plan on having the two of you, so I'm at a bit of a loss with what to do with your clothes... sell them? Save them? Keep them for loaning to friends/family? Keep them for giving away? Charity? Leave them in the cupboard for years until I have some idea?
Eating: Needless to say, this is pretty bland for you. But, you have been gassy the last week or so, and I"m not sure what's going on. I'm keeping the Infacol beside my bed to give to you at night, but I always forget to do it before your feed and if I remember at all, you get it between the two sides. You are feeding every three hours on average - there were quite a few days of 2.5 hour feeds, there have been quite a few evenings of cluster feeds lasting 4-7 hours, and also a few periods of 4 hour breaks. I am hanging on to the fact that some women in my DIG with 6 week old babies are getting five hours between feeds overnight, and tryting to ignore the fact that our friend that visited yesterday with a baby five weeks older than you is still only getting 2.5-3 hours overnight.
Sleeping: This is a bit of a sore point. At first, you were super easy to put to sleep - I'd just pop you in and you'd be off. The last week or so, you've needed/wanted to be held and then we have to wait until you're pretty much passed out before we can sneak you in to bed. That said, you were a lot more awake between feeds today, so I am hope Hope HOPING that you will go down easy tonight after feeds. We're still parking your bassinet in the sun during the day to try and remind you that hey, daytime is for awake and noisy and nighttime is for shhh and sleeping, but you're being quite belligerent on this point.
Language: Heh. None. You did make a few new squeak noises that sounded like you testing out noise, but it was dark and I was tired and I didn't give it more than a thought before all I could think about was sleep. Sorry buddy.
Firsts & Milestones: Pretty much everything is a first for you this month!
- You are getting stronger with your head, even though we don't get you down on the floor as much as we 'should'.
- You've had four baths or so (I know, we're terrible) and I did the last one and you were pretty happy in there.
- Today, I think you were grinning at me, which has resulted in me taking every opportunity I can to stare at you and move you around so it looks like you're staring at me, then grinning at you like an idiot and asking you to smile. You have my dimple.
I love you, buggaboo - please sleep for mummy and daddy?
After you were fussy last night from 6pm-10pm, then The Husband brought you in for a feed at 12:30, you slept through until 4:30am and I was composing a blog post in my head about how we were finally turning a corner and how happy and proud I was and how great it was you were also having these short feeds...
But then it was 6am and you were still fussing and The Husband didn't get to bed until after 2am and woke up when you did, so he took you to try to settle you. I woke up 45 minutes later, not realising I'd fallen asleep, to find that he was still holding and patting you. I took you back and fed you and he only got another 30 minutes sleep before The Toddler woke up.
It's not very kind of you to only give him 2.5 hours sleep the night before he has to return to work, and it's Mothers Day so he is obligated to let me sleep in. And, because you were fussing again, it's not a good idea to leave me so tired that I fall asleep with you beside me in the bed. That's a very bad idea.
On the whole though, it has been a good month. Excluding the tiredness and the tears, it's been great. You are adorable. You are easy and quick to feed (even though you like to come back for a topup an hour after your feed), you are quick to change and you are (usually) quick to settle. Perhaps I'm just extra optimistic because I find myself putting extra effort in to being happy when The Husband is tired, or perhaps it's because it's Mothers Day and The Toddler gave me a glittery rock that has "You are my rock" written on it in texta, or perhaps it's because I think you were smiling at me today. Who knows? But let's ride with it.
Height & Weight: You're a bit over 3.8kg. I would include your height, but your blue book is in the boot of the car and it's cold and dark outside! I promise to update once I take you in on Thursday for your fortnightly check. That said, I do remember the nurse commenting that you had gone up one percentile step for your height, weight and head, so I think you're doing well.
Sizes: We've moved you out of the 0000's and in to the 000's. Initially, it was laziness on my part because you had pooped/spewed/wet through all of the 0000's we had in the drawers, but then we saw you fitted the 000's just fine. This was of course after I had bought you six new 0000 suits, because of the poop/spew/wetting mentioned above.
I bagged up all your 0000's this evening, and it was (surprisingly) a little sad. I've been very vocal on the fact that we only plan on having the two of you, so I'm at a bit of a loss with what to do with your clothes... sell them? Save them? Keep them for loaning to friends/family? Keep them for giving away? Charity? Leave them in the cupboard for years until I have some idea?
Eating: Needless to say, this is pretty bland for you. But, you have been gassy the last week or so, and I"m not sure what's going on. I'm keeping the Infacol beside my bed to give to you at night, but I always forget to do it before your feed and if I remember at all, you get it between the two sides. You are feeding every three hours on average - there were quite a few days of 2.5 hour feeds, there have been quite a few evenings of cluster feeds lasting 4-7 hours, and also a few periods of 4 hour breaks. I am hanging on to the fact that some women in my DIG with 6 week old babies are getting five hours between feeds overnight, and tryting to ignore the fact that our friend that visited yesterday with a baby five weeks older than you is still only getting 2.5-3 hours overnight.
Sleeping: This is a bit of a sore point. At first, you were super easy to put to sleep - I'd just pop you in and you'd be off. The last week or so, you've needed/wanted to be held and then we have to wait until you're pretty much passed out before we can sneak you in to bed. That said, you were a lot more awake between feeds today, so I am hope Hope HOPING that you will go down easy tonight after feeds. We're still parking your bassinet in the sun during the day to try and remind you that hey, daytime is for awake and noisy and nighttime is for shhh and sleeping, but you're being quite belligerent on this point.
Language: Heh. None. You did make a few new squeak noises that sounded like you testing out noise, but it was dark and I was tired and I didn't give it more than a thought before all I could think about was sleep. Sorry buddy.
Firsts & Milestones: Pretty much everything is a first for you this month!
- You are getting stronger with your head, even though we don't get you down on the floor as much as we 'should'.
- You've had four baths or so (I know, we're terrible) and I did the last one and you were pretty happy in there.
- Today, I think you were grinning at me, which has resulted in me taking every opportunity I can to stare at you and move you around so it looks like you're staring at me, then grinning at you like an idiot and asking you to smile. You have my dimple.
I love you, buggaboo - please sleep for mummy and daddy?
Friday, 3 May 2013
Pump it
We had another slightly unsettled night last night.
The Bubby woke at 1am for a feed, but only did 4 minutes on the left side (with lots of groaning and pulling off and on) and a normal length of time on the right.
She woke again just before 5am (which is a good block of sleep for me!) but again, only did 4 minutes on the left. And she was on and off, and groaning and gassy, and squirmy and wriggly and grumpy. And wouldn't burp easily. And I could see her little face in the dim nightlight being sprayed with milk (after The Husband finally bathed her again and her hair was so soft and fluffy!). It took more than 90 minutes from the start of the feed before she was back in bed.
And then she was awake and hungry less than an hour after going to sleep.
After another disappointing feed on the left, I dropped The Toddler at daycare and raced to the local chemist to buy the first electric breast pump I could find (our cheapier from The Toddler's days no longer worked).
15 minutes and 140ml from the left, 10 minutes and 90 from the right.
Ahhhhhh. Such relief.
(the pump makes a funny rythym noise as it's working - at first it sounded like it was chanting 'Go! Go! Go!', then it sounded like it was insulting me...)
(Also - today marks one week of The Toddle being almost completely dummy free! They couldn't find it at daycare for her nap last Friday, so she napped without it (after gagging on the 'spare' one they offered her). So apart from one day on the weekend when she found one in her bed (and I snuck in and pulled it out once she was asleep) and yesterday at daycare when they found her dummy and gave it back to her (after saying 'yuck' she happily took it), she is done! We did have a minor setback last night when she was nagging for it from bed and then worked herself up in to a state, but I am hoping it was a one off (and The Husband settled her, so if worst comes to worst he can do it again).
The Bubby woke at 1am for a feed, but only did 4 minutes on the left side (with lots of groaning and pulling off and on) and a normal length of time on the right.
She woke again just before 5am (which is a good block of sleep for me!) but again, only did 4 minutes on the left. And she was on and off, and groaning and gassy, and squirmy and wriggly and grumpy. And wouldn't burp easily. And I could see her little face in the dim nightlight being sprayed with milk (after The Husband finally bathed her again and her hair was so soft and fluffy!). It took more than 90 minutes from the start of the feed before she was back in bed.
And then she was awake and hungry less than an hour after going to sleep.
After another disappointing feed on the left, I dropped The Toddler at daycare and raced to the local chemist to buy the first electric breast pump I could find (our cheapier from The Toddler's days no longer worked).
15 minutes and 140ml from the left, 10 minutes and 90 from the right.
Ahhhhhh. Such relief.
(the pump makes a funny rythym noise as it's working - at first it sounded like it was chanting 'Go! Go! Go!', then it sounded like it was insulting me...)
(Also - today marks one week of The Toddle being almost completely dummy free! They couldn't find it at daycare for her nap last Friday, so she napped without it (after gagging on the 'spare' one they offered her). So apart from one day on the weekend when she found one in her bed (and I snuck in and pulled it out once she was asleep) and yesterday at daycare when they found her dummy and gave it back to her (after saying 'yuck' she happily took it), she is done! We did have a minor setback last night when she was nagging for it from bed and then worked herself up in to a state, but I am hoping it was a one off (and The Husband settled her, so if worst comes to worst he can do it again).
Thursday, 2 May 2013
First official weigh
I took The Bubby out and about today - we dropped The Toddler off at daycare, met The Husband at the hospital to drop off his referral for a bone density scan (his bones are 20-25% stronger than other people in his age group - hooray!), visited friends at work, bought some more 0000 suits with feet on them (brr, it's cold) and got her weighed.
The nurse I saw was one of the two who did the home visit - she recognised me before I did her (mental note, she has short hair).
So at birth, The Bubby was 3180g.
Checking out of hospital she was 3090g.
At one week old, she was 3210g.
Today, at one day short of three weeks old, she weighed 3880g.
The nurse said 'is that right?! That can't be right....'.
It was right.
The Bubby has now gained an average of 340g a week - on track with her older sister who was gaining an average of 360g a week before she was a month old.
I am so relieved.
I am so relieved that these short feeds (last night, she was only doing 7 minutes a side) are fine. I am so relieved that I don't need to find ways to try to force her awake and drink more. I am so relieved that I am hopefully producing another chunky roly-polly chubba bubba.
(now I need to go back and swap those 0000 suits for 000 suits - she won't be in 0000 for much longer at this rate)
The nurse I saw was one of the two who did the home visit - she recognised me before I did her (mental note, she has short hair).
So at birth, The Bubby was 3180g.
Checking out of hospital she was 3090g.
At one week old, she was 3210g.
Today, at one day short of three weeks old, she weighed 3880g.
The nurse said 'is that right?! That can't be right....'.
It was right.
The Bubby has now gained an average of 340g a week - on track with her older sister who was gaining an average of 360g a week before she was a month old.
I am so relieved.
I am so relieved that these short feeds (last night, she was only doing 7 minutes a side) are fine. I am so relieved that I don't need to find ways to try to force her awake and drink more. I am so relieved that I am hopefully producing another chunky roly-polly chubba bubba.
(now I need to go back and swap those 0000 suits for 000 suits - she won't be in 0000 for much longer at this rate)
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