You, my baby girl, are growing. Like crazy, like a weed, like anything that suddenly sprouts overnight and leaves you wondering where your tiny newborn babe has gone. I predicted I would have a small baby; at 8 lbs 10 oz you were anything but. In the weeks before your birth I bought a few more newborn-sized outfits, since I feared that everything we had would swim on you.
You’ve already outgrown all of your newborn clothing. My aunt Elizabeth sent you the cutest girly outfit that you won’t even get to wear because you’re already too big (thankfully the outfit also includes a bib and I think we’ll get some mileage out of that!). We had to make an emergency trip to the Diaper Lab during the first week of your life because we’d vastly underestimated the amount of newborn diaper covers that we’d need; you’ve since outgrown nearly all of them.
At least we’ll have them ready for your sibling.
You don’t fit in the one-size diapers yet, so keeping you covered and dry is proving to be a bit challenging. We’re doing laundry twice a day just to make sure we don’t run out of diapers, and you’ve been very patient with us as we figure out our laundry routine.
We’re starting to get the hang of a very loose bedtime routine. Your night wakings have gradually settled into a more-or-less predictable pattern of every two hours. Usually you and I start to stir at the same time, and I can scoop you up out of the co-sleeper and feed you before your hunger wins out and the crying starts. Middle-of-the-night diaper changes are still a little rough for you, but we’re getting faster. I still haven’t mastered the art of swaddling you by myself, so I do have to rouse your dad to help me with that. It’s worth it, though, since that’s the sure-fire way to get you back to sleep quickly and soundly.
The big news this week is that we went on a road trip! You went to the Inn for the very first time and met your great grandparents and some of my aunts, uncles, and cousins. Everyone loved you, of course, and they were so happy to see you. With you being just eight days old, it was a tiring trip for you, your dad, and for me. Even so, I’d say it was a successful visit – you were so good and slept the whole way there. On the way back, we stopped about half an hour into the two hour trip home to feed you and change your diaper, and you graced your dad with a diaper blowout while on the changing pad on the front seat of the car. That seems to happen far more often when he is changing you, but I’m sure that’s just a coincidence.
Love always no matter the state of your diaper,