On one hand, the days (and especially the sleepless nights) crawl by so very, very slowly. But on the other hand, looking back, it's hard to believe that six weeks have already gone by! They have flown by! This year of maternity leave is going to be gone in no time at all.
Lacey has packed a lots of firsts into the last six weeks. She's spent time with grandmas and grandpas.
She had her first Easter dinner. Her first walk in a stroller. Her first trip to the doctor. She has met her aunties and uncles, her cousins, her mom and dad's friends, and some baby friends of her own! She seems to understand the difference between night and day. She had her first bath at home.
She has found her lungs and can shriek up a storm. Last week, she shed her first tears (because she was hungry, and mom made her wait an extra five minutes so she could finish her own breakfast). She's wished her Auntie Ashley a happy birthday!
Lacey is packing on the pounds and gaining weight. She's on the brink of moving from newborn diapers to size 1. When she looks at us, she can actual focus on us now. Sometimes she gives us a little half smile-- but we're still waiting for that first elusive (on purpose smile).
Sleep smile!
One-eyed milk drunkard.
Of course, it hasn't been all rainbows and lollipops. The last six weeks have been really, really hard. , In the last weeks of my pregnancy, I can't tell you how many times people told me how tired I was going to be. Without exaggeration, probably every other person I talked to told me about how tired I was going to be, and I kind of wanted to punch them in the face. Yes, I am very tired. But it's a kind of tired that you can't really imagine until you experience it yourself. There are never enough hours in the day to get things done, and both Tom and I have a terrible time sleeping, because Lacey LOUDLY cries and fusses in her sleep for hours during the night. You get up to check on her, and her eyes are closed-- she is fast asleep, but she is fussing loudly about something. Every day, I hope she'll grow out of her fussing-in-her-sleep phase, ASAP. But I'm sure when she does, she will develop some new patience-trying phase. There are days when the sound of a baby wailing grates on your nerves, and you feel like you're going crazy. There have plenty of days when I've had a good cry, and have leaned hard on friends and family to reassure me that I'm doing okay.
But then you look at this little face, and it's easy to shut out all the things that are hard.
Or you see these little feet waving at you, and you realize that they are so cute, you must eat them immediately (and then you discover sock toe-jam in them)!
Miss Serious.
Yes, it has definitely been the longest shortest six weeks of my life.
