Baby trumps blog

Sofia has been needing me the past couple of days.  I don't like it when people say babies are bad, regardless of whether or not they're joking.  Babies are babies and when they need you, everything else takes a backseat.  So while I intended to blog Tuesday and Wednesday, my baby needed me.


Not that she doesn't need me now.  She's cozied up on my chest in the Moby fast asleep and I couldn't be more in love.  She's the best baby in the world, I love her more every day and I'm so very very blessed.


But this post is a day late.  


Sofia was one month old yesterday.  Remember when I said that I sucked as a parent?  Well, yesterday I rocked as a parent because I kept her alive for one month.  Way to go, ME!  

She's already changed so much in a month.

About twenty minutes old

One day old

Washing her hair - three days old

Taking pictures in the bluebonnets - six days old

Her first bath - 12 days

Taken last night - one month old

Her newborn clothes are still big on her.

I need to learn how to take non-blurry pictures of her

but this the best I've got.

I don't have the white onesie with the Photoshopped 'one month' photo.  I was brainstorming creative ideas but she decided she needed me for two days straight so all we ended up with were cell phone pictures right before bed and that's all right with me.  Now that things have calmed down around the house and we're finally able to figure out what our routine is going to be, perhaps I'll have more time to have fun photoshoots with her.  But we've had family in the house for practically a month straight!  Family or not, if you don't live there, you're a guest and everyone knows how guests throw things off, no matter how well-intentioned they are.  While I've been more than grateful to have the extra hands, Sofia and I are ready to fly solo.  This weekend will be our first weekend of just us - Drew, me and the baby and I'm really looking forward to it.  I feel like we're finally going to get to be a family all our own.

So, this far I can say Sofia is a really chill baby.  A yoga zen baby if you will.  She only cries when she's hungry or wants to be held and calms down as soon as those situations are remedied.  She doesn't even get too upset at being in a dirty diaper, which amazes me.  If I were sitting in poop, the world would know about it.

Now, if you take too long to change her, she'll let you know about it.  She's very tolerant - to a point.  Kinda like her mom.  After that, she's like all right, you've had more than enough time to change me and get me dressed again, that'll be all, now I will cry.  But stick a boob in her mouth and she's instantly calm!  If she's not hungry, she'll even take the pacifier.  She's quite agreeable.

She's started making noises too.  She grunts, squeals, chirps and sighs.  They're all beyond adorable but the grunts are my favorite.  They're so earnest, like she's really working at something - usually it's getting her arms out of her swaddle.  We have a couple of Miracle Blankets that she can't get out of, but if it's a regular blanket, she'll go Houdini on it and have her arms out within seconds.

Even on the ultrasounds, she always had her hands and arms 

up by her face.

Right now, I'm trying to figure out her skin.  She's got  a mysterious rash on her body that breaks my heart.  Drew says it's heat rash but I'm not so sure.  The shampoo/body wash I use has absolutely nothing in it and I use Dreft for her clothes so I can't figure it out.  We're going to the doctor next week so I hope she can shed some light.  My only consolation is that it doesn't seem to bother her but I don't know if she's just being polite and zen.  

I'm not going to comment on her sleep because I don't want to jinx myself.  10pm last night to 5am this morning.  20 minutes in the pack n play this morning.  Asleep in the Moby right now.  But that's all I'm going to say.  I know we have a ways to go but so far so good!

Each day, it gets more and more real and I'm less wary that someone is going to come and take her away and say this was all a joke.  Each day I get more and more attached to her and we bond more and more strongly.  

She's the best thing I ever did.