I couldn’t decide… so, I’m posting two snapshots!
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been having crazy baby dreams starring my Lovebug almost every night. Reoccuring are the dreams of my little girl walking. It’s crazy, but it seems every time I nod off I dream that’s she’s walking; at four months!
She’s always four months in my dreams. Weird. Just last night I dreamt of her saying her first word… ice cream. Or maybe that would be her first two words?
I’ve posted recently about her growing so fast, wondering if I’m rushing her with my excitement to move through stages. It’s really a catch 22. I LOVE the newborn stage and sometimes wish it had lasted A LOT longer, yet I’m really enjoying watching every new challenge she takes on and eventually masters. But what I can’t understand is why I’m having these crazy dreams of her moving on and growing up all the while staying four months.
My subconscious is a crazy thing!
On the 3rd of September, my little girl will be five months. Five months! Where did the time go? My how they grow so fast.
Today, I spent the whole day with her. Not unusual because I’m a stay-at-home mom, but what I mean is there was not one moment that I wasn’t holding her, or playing on the floor with her; she wouldn’t leave my side. She refused to nap today, so she was my little cling-on.
As we moved through my routine together, I was in awe of what she can do now. Sitting like a big girl in the high chair while I washed breakfast dishes, a normal occurrence these days, I couldn’t take my eyes off how much she is becoming a little person. Rolling around on the floor, lifting her body as she tries to crawl across it is her favorite past-time. She can even stand supporting her weight while lightly being guided by me or my husband. My newborn has grown so fast!
Among my chores today were digging out photos–I decided to finally start putting together some of the many scrapbooks I received at my baby shower–and cleaning the nursery. My tasks in the nursery included boxing up the three month clothes she no longer fits into, organizing prefolds–she’s in the next size up–changing the crib sheet, and some general cleaning.
While I was searching my photos and packing away clothes I came across the reminders that my baby is growing up.
I began flashing back to the days when I was sitting on the couch continually nursing, not getting much sleep as she woke every few hours, and wondering when she’d finally sleep through the night.
Did I rush her to grow so fast? Sometimes I’m a bit nostalgic for those newborn days. I know many hate them, but I relished all the snuggling and the way her little head would slightly droop on my chest as she was fast asleep. I remember complaining about having to hold her through the night because she refused to sleep on her own.
When she finally did sleep–in her bassinet–I was so excited to get four hours straight! Four long hours. I was so sleep deprived. With my now soon-to-be five month old sleeping 12 hours, that seems like nothin’! It’s only been five months since she graced us with her presence, and yet, she’s grown so fast.
10 hours of uninterrupted sleep! Keeping my lil peanut on California time while in New York was the best thing I could’ve done. I couldn’t believe my nearly three month old was resting so well. What a little traveling trooper, long hour sleeper and all-around wonderful baby! But as quickly as the wind changes so does my little sweet pea’s sleeping habits.
10 hours out the window almost as soon as we arrived back home. Odd, I thought because keeping her on California time was supposed to make the transition back home easy. For about four nights she didn’t sleep very well; waking almost every two hours. Teething and growth spurts and environment changes, oh my! But as with everything baby, it was short-lived.
Two nights in a row, my girl has gone down around 10pm and slept until about 5am. Now, I realize this isn’t 10 hours of sleep each night, but I’ll take the seven and the happy baby I get to wake up to in the morning. What a joy it is to wake to coos, smiles and laughter first thing before my morning decaf! It’s music to my heart.
Trying to schedule my daughter has been a daunting task. I want her to sleep, eat and grow well and I want to make the best choices for her lifestyle. In a perfect world, she’d be in bed before 9pm and sleep until at least 6am, but I keep reminding myself she’s only three month’s. She’s going to bed without a fuss and not waking me in the middle of the night, so I’m perfectly happy with that. And who wouldn’t love waking to a cooing bundle of joy as the sun shines through the top of the bedroom window?
Does it get any better than that? If so, I can’t wait! This is the most happy my heart has ever been.