Dear my gorgeous, funny, curious little Audrey…
A month has come and gone and I can’t wrap my brain around it. How much you have changed in four weeks and how much you are still my snuggly little newborn. When I was carrying you, I measured time in weeks. Now, I feel like a month is the first big mark for our new family, and it’s bittersweet. I am so glad you’re here but I just see the days ticking away.
My favorite thing to do is snuggle with you, and I do it as much as possible. After your morning nursing session, I tuck you under the covers with me for a few minutes (then pass you off to Daddy, who does the same while I get showered and dressed). In the afternoon while you nap, I turn on some music and rock with you for as long as you’ll let me. And in the middle of the night when it’s just you and me, I confess to holding you a few extra seconds against my chest, just soaking in the snuggles.
And yes, Daddy is still doing your hair in some seriously crazy styles.
This week, you definitely went through a growth spurt, which meant that you and I spent a lot of time nursing, mostly in the glider. I also started pumping, a bittersweet move (bitter because it means that I am preparing to leave you for long stretches; sweet because it means that I will be able to continue giving you breast milk while I go to work). I worried that you might not take the bottle, or that you wouldn’t want to come back to my breast, but just like everything in your short life, you excelled and now you and Daddy get some special time together in the evening.
You’re also still a champion sleeper, giving me at least 4 and often 5-6 hours of sleep in an overnight stretch. We’re not doing any schedules or sleep training yet, but in the next month or so, I’ll start gently getting you into a routine (or trying to) in preparation for me going back to work at 12 weeks.
Speaking of work, we visited my colleagues this week and you wowed everyone with a) your sweet cheeks b) your ability to go into a full-out milk coma after nursing. These people love you so much, sweet girl.
You’re still in newborn diapers, which kind of thrills me. You’re also in newborn clothes, but slowly, you are stretching them. I think we probably have another week or two in both.
You coo and grunt and snort and blow raspberries and more, through the day but especially when you are working on falling asleep. I like to listen to you and try and translate what you’re saying and thinking. Smart, funny girl.
Daddy and I are absolutely enamored with you and even your brief fussy moments make us smile. I hope you always know how much we love you.