Isabel will be 4 months tomorrow. I love being her Mom. I'm very impressed by her. She loves tummy time, especially on top of Mommy. She's over 15 lbs now, so she's gaining really well. She loves making sounds, she babbles constantly making vowel and consonant sounds, hooting, howling, clicking and just enjoying herself. She has rolled over from front to back a few times now, and seems to enjoy trying new things. Though gets frustrated, too.
She loves her Sophie Giraffe, the very first day she got it, she started gnawing on it immediately grasping it with her little hands, shoving ears and feet as far as she can into her mouth. It's adorable watching her go to town on it. Everyday she's getting better at holding and maneuvering. The other item she loves are her tiny newborn cloth diapers I use as milk rags while she breastfeeds, once we're done she likes to clutch them and fall asleep holding them.
Isabel loves going visiting. I'm amazed at how well she behaves anytime we visit family, or go anywhere. She babbles and charms everyone cooing and smiling, refusing to sleep, so often once we get home I have a cranky baby on my hands. She wants to see everything, she's fascinated by life.
I am amazed at how quickly she's turning into her own person.
Breastfeeding is becoming more difficult, because she's constantly distracted, turning her head to see what's going on. Latching and unlatching so frequently my nipples are feeling a little sore again. I've found that nursing while side-lying helps block out distractions, or completely focusing on her helps.
Being a Mommy is so much more difficult than I could have imagined. Some days I just long for a break. Isabel is completely amazing and wonderful, but it's a tough transition from having no one depending on me, to having a tiny little thing that needs me to do everything for her 24/7. I do most of the work, and do have some support and family nearby, but Mommyhood is exhausting. This past week we've both been sick, just bad colds, and I've had a bad cough. I feel like I never have a chance to rest. Even if we're lying down watching tv or reading, she needs my attention most of the time. Breastfeeding is draining, and I understand why so many women choose not to. Today DH took her to visit Grandma to give me a little break, the second time he's taken her anywhere without me, but it's nice to have a couple hours to myself.
And I'm pretty sure Isabel is a fairly easy baby, she wants constant attention, but is alright for short periods by herself. She sleeps fairly well, nurses a few times during the night, and goes right back to sleep with little to no fussing. She's cheerful and happy most of the time, especially if she's being held, rarely cries. She's nursed like a champ from the beginning. But it's hard being a Mommy, especially this week when I was craving some TLC of my own. And breastfeeding this week has been 24/7 since she's also been sick, so I've felt doubly drained. It's exhausting, but wonderful.
I love watching her become a person. I love being her favorite person ever. I love waking up to her tiny coos and smiles even at 7 am, when I'd love to sleep until noon, just one day. I love the way she grabs my hand to shove into her mouth, because I am her favorite chew toy. And I love breastfeeding her, and seeing her eyes getting sleepy as she looks up at me so contentedly. I love cuddling her tiny body. I love the way her eyes follow me around the room.