My dear Elyse,
You are one month old today! I can't believe that you have been with us for a whole month. And everyone is still totally in love with you. You're brother and sister hang around you all the time- wanting to touch you, hold you, talk to you, kiss you. Your daddy asks for pictures on the days he can't come see you. And me? I wish I had all the time in the world to just sit and hold you. I hate that I don't get to do it more, but my darling....you are the third in line. :)
So what are you up to? Not much still. You sleep sleep sleep. I thought that by now you would be awake a little more than you are, but I'm not complaining. It's a tad unfortunate that you can go 3-4 hours in between feedings during the day and barely make it 2 hours during the night, but I don't mind. You are my last babe, and I'm trying to savor every last minute. You have caught a mild case of the chubs and it's going straight to your cheeks and belly. Just this week I've bumped you up from size newborn diapers and newborn clothes to size 1 diapers and 0-3 months clothes. After three blowouts this week I figured it was about time for the diapers, and your little pant legs were looking a tad high waterish. Paci's are hit and miss, sometimes you'll take it, sometimes you won't. But your spit up, little girl. Your brother and your sister didn't spit up at all, but we are lucky to make it an hour without having to change at least one article of clothing between us. It's made for some epic laundry.
You are so close to smiling at me, recognizing my face. Your little bobble head is getting so much stronger and steadier. So far the only things you really hate are having wet diapers and being hungry. And the only thing I wish I could change about you is burping. I CAN.NOT. burp you for the life of me. Your daddy has no problem, but for me? It just ain't happening. This leave you with a sore belly that makes you cry sometimes, but we are working at it. You do love your baths and music. When you are fussy in the car, turning up the radio really soothes you. Mostly we listen to the Christian station, but the classical station also does wonders for you. Last night I even turned on a classical station on my phone when you were fussy fussy and it knocked you right out. Hopefully this means you'll take after your momma and really excel in music!
My Leesie girl, I love you so much. A whole month down, so many more to go. This next month I go back to work (BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO), but it also will hold your first Thanksgiving. Yay! Until next month, my love!
There is actually a story to this onesie. When I was pregnant with your brother- about 12 weeks- I hadn't bought anything yet, terrified of jinxing the pregnancy and losing the baby. When I hit the beginning of my second trimester, I finally allowed myself to be excited and buy something. I didn't know whether the baby was a boy or a girl, and it was winter at the time, so I just went in and bought something- this "I love my mommy" onesie. When I got to the car after purchasing, I pulled it out of the bag and just cried. Cried tears of excitement, tears of fear of the unknown, tears of thankfulness for the life within. I just held it up and couldn't imagine anything that small being totally dependent on ME. Well, it turns out that baby was a boy so he obviously didn't wear it. Then when your sister came along she was a giant born in the summer, so not only did it not fit, but it was long sleeved. But you my dear? You are the first babe to wear it. I find it a little poetic-the very first item I ever bought for my baby is worn by my last one.