Charlotte was 3 months old a few days ago. 3 months! Now I really want to stop the clock.
This little girl is absolutely the light of our lives (and the center of our universe). She is growing in leaps and bounds. We can barely keep up!
Month three has brought so much awareness of her surroundings. She wants to be sitting up looking around at all times. No being cradled for this kid. If she can’t see, she is MAD.
We got in trouble at the doctor because her head and neck control wasn’t where it should be. Problem is this kid detests tummy time. She will scream 30 seconds after we put her down. The pediatrician wanted us to do 60 minutes of tummy time a day to catch her up. Hah. As if. 60 minutes definitely isn’t happening, but we’re doing our best and she’s really improving. Yesterday I got about 5 straight minutes out of her before the screaming commenced. I have no doubt that she’ll get there in her own time as long as we keep trying. I’m not going to make myself sick over it.
Her first round of shots happened a few weeks ago. That was hard to watch! My poor little boo. I’m not ashamed to say that I cried a bit. She was pretty hysterical, but we calmed her down reasonably quickly with her pacifier and a bit of nursing.
She had very little trouble from her shots. She was pretty sad/fussy/sleepy until early evening and then she suddenly perked up and was happy as a clam. No fever at all, and she was fine the next day. We never had to break out the Tylenol. I was really grateful that it was a reasonably painless event compared to what it could have been.
In the last two weeks, she’s started grabbing things. I love it. She grabs her toys and immediately tries to get them into her mouth. EVERYTHING goes straight to her mouth these days. She almost always has either a fist or her pacifier locked in her lips.
Feeding has been–well, it’s going. Let’s just say that. It probably deserves its own update. Things are on an upswing, fortunately, but we had a couple of rough weeks where I doubted my ability to continue at all. (After all that work!) I can’t say enough about having access to a good lactation consultant that you trust. That support is invaluable. I saw mine on Monday and I left there feeling like a weight had been lifted. C will have a weight check on Friday, and with any luck that will give me even more peace.
I go back to work on November 16th. I am dreading it. I have a total mental block about it. I don’t know how I’m going to get past that. I need to hire a nanny (like yesterday) and I have so much anxiety that I can’t even return phone calls. I think about it and I just shut down. This is so hard. I never imagined that I wouldn’t be happy to get back to work, but I don’t miss it one bit. I miss my colleagues, but that’s more of a social thing. If there was any way I could stay home, I would do it in a heartbeat.
Aside from some breastfeeding stress and my back-to-work anxiety, I’ve been doing so much better. I feel like I’ve finally got the hang of this mom gig. My hormones have settled down a bit, and things are generally just better. Especially since I stopped pumping during the day. I have so much more freedom now. It’s not so hard to leave the house.
Every week, she is more fun. I love watching her little personality develop. Sometimes I find myself pining for the days when she was tiny, but these days are just so much more fun. I wish I could bottle it all up.