Week 4

Yes, it's week 4 of our little Monkey's life. Amazing how quickly the days fly by and the nights drag on and on and on! I don't know how she does it. One day she'll be awake for hours at a shot..which gives me a HUGE clue that the upcoming night is going to be rough. Other days she does a little routine that Mommy absolutely LOVES where she sleeps a few hours(so Mommy can nap!) wakes, eats, plays for a bit and then repeat. The nights she is up, it is absolutely amazing how wide eyed and bushy tailed she can be for hours..not just a few, I am able to manage that. We're talking starting at 9pm and going till 3 to 4 a.m. without stopping. I think she's protesting Daddy going back to work. Thankfully, he's made us a little present that we are able to listen to at night to help keep him with us when he's not there. Not only is it comforting to our baby girl but I love hearing it myself. Have I mentioned how much we absolutely love him? What lucky ladies we are!!!

Not sure if you are able to tell in the photos but she's growing. It seems every day a new feature on her precious face becomes more apparent or her legs seem just a bit longer or her glance holds mine a few seconds more. I treasure these moments. I wish I had a memory box that I could place each of them in so that when I have to return to work, tears flowing here, I would be able to pull them out and hold them close to my heart.


Yesterday, Tuesday, was her official 1 month Birthday. To celebrate the poor thing had to go see her Doctor and get her first shot. The good news, our little one is gaining weight. She's up to 9lbs and 10.5 oz and growing!! Bad news though is the nurse came in with this ginormous needle, rubbed alcohol on her thigh and proceeded to stab her with the vicious thing(you can see her bandaid on her little thigh if you look close enough). She was so happily content and then WHAM the nurse attacked and the look of pure, 'Oh my goodness, what was that, OWWWW' that crossed her face broke my heart. I tried so hard not to cry so that I wouldn't cause her more alarm and I almost succeeded. What I really wanted to do was smack the nurse. Mind you, rationally, I'm sure that was the best way to proceed but emotionally..no reasoning is allowed. I really really wanted to make her cry like she made my Baby girl cry. Luckily sanity returned almost as quickly as the savage Mama Bear instincts reared their head. Whew, we really like our pediatrician. I'd hate to do something to cause harm to that relationship!