*sigh* Emma has been battling her first cold of her little life all week... or at least I think that's what's going on. At the most, she's had a stuffy nose. Really, that's the worst it's been... so I'm very fortunate in that respect. She's had an occasional cough and some sneezing, but the sneezing is very typical for her. I used to laugh at her all the time in the NICU because it seemed like she was always sneezing during hands-on time. And a sneeze from a less-than-five-pound baby is seriously adorable. But she's done a fine job of fighting off whatever ailment this is- she has kept her goofy, happy demeanor for the most part. The only thing I've really noticed is that she's had great difficulty sleeping in some fashion; she's either taken two hours to go to bed or to hours to go back to bed. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night of last weekend were awful. She would get up for a bottle around 1 or 2am and wouldn't go back to bed for two hours. She'd sleep in my arms, but not in her crib. Monday night was alright, of course, because it was hubby's night to be up with her. So she slept all night. Go figure. Tuesday night was awful. And then something magical happened... she started sleeping through the night. All the way through the night.
I don't know what to do with myself. I almost feel more tired now that I'm well rested than I did when I was entirely sleep-deprived and my body seems to be getting greedy for sleep. To the point that I took a pregnancy test, as I haven't felt this kind of fatigue since my first trimester. No worries- there is not another crazy baby being formed in this belly. Whew.
She does seem to be on the mend now, though. Still stuffy, but at least she went to bed without a fight last night. It was amazing- she drifted off to sleep in my arms (which hasn't happened almost all week. She adamantly refused to fall asleep in my arms in the rocker and had to be held upright in my arms with my swaying back and forth) around 7:45pm and slept in her crib until 6:15am, had a bottle, then went back to sleep until 9am. She took an hour nap this morning, and now she's on the tail end of a three-hour nap in her crib this afternoon. I'm not going to get used to this, though. She has a tendency to switch up her routine without notice and screw up my sleep in the process. She's a pretty darned good reason to miss out on sleep, though. Even at 6:15am on a Saturday morning, I wanted to squeeze her to pieces because I love her so much and she's so cute and sweet.
I learned this week that having an infant and being on-call is no bueno. Thankfully my husband isn't working 24 hour shifts anymore... I don't know what I would have done in that case. The flip side is that I'm not on-call again until March, and I'm very OK with that prospect. :) It's also a good opportunity for either overtime pay or leaving super-early on a Friday.
As expected, I had some moments of reflection this week as it marked the one-year anniversary of some major events in my life. Like 12/18, when I felt the sharp twinges of her burrowing in and making herself comfortable. And 12/20, when I had my first-ever positive pregnancy test. Last night, I was reminiscing about the big announcement on Christmas day and the reaction from our parents... crazy baby was a much anticipated arrival to say the least. There's no way to top Christmas 2011, but this Christmas is going to be extra special as well.
I took Emma to the doctor on Monday to have her checked out to make sure she was breathing alright since she sounded a little wheezy to me that morning. She weighed 15 pounds 12oz with a slightly wet diaper and her clothes on. So I figure she's about 15 1/2 pounds. OMG. That puts her between the 50th and 75th percentile in weight for her actual age. She's above average. And I'm going to stop feeding her. Hah! Just kidding. She's short and fat, though. She definitely has my short legs and small feet. I still haven't figured out where the thunder thighs come from, other than the fact that she's a baby.
She still has not started rolling over yet, but tummy time is no longer her nemesis. I think she just realizes that she can hold her head up really high and can see things from a different perspective, so it keeps her interested for a little bit. She actually laughed a little while on her tummy this morning, which is a far cry from the fussing and whining of tummy-time in the recent past. She's making progress!
I held off on solid foods this week since she's been stuffy and not feeling well. I'll probably try again next week with some vegetables, and hopefully something that will help this constipation. We have a sweet new high chair (thanks, Nicole!!!!) for her, some special bowls, and her cute little spoons. I'll never deny that this child will be spoiled... but the goal is for her to be kind, sweet, and spoiled. I plan to teach her the value of giving, sharing, and being grateful. We'll see how that goes ;)
I can't think of any particularly funny moment from this week. I did get an awesome picture of her with a horrified/surprised look on her face. It's a keeper, for sure. She also peed in the bath a couple of times. I accidentally scratched her boobie with my fingernail and she laughed. And she's started laughing so hard that it surprises her. Yep, she's certifiably insane. She's definitely my kid.
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