Everything here feels so the same and yet completely different. I attribute this feeling to the fact that all the days run together and to the fact that I miss getting several consecutive hours of sleep every night. But this state of same-yet-different is life, isn't it? We become so wrapped up in the day-to-day that we miss all the little transitions that are happening between the lines. Even though this weekend seemed like a blur of wasted hours (forget about the errands I had planned to run), I realized last night that little transitions were happening.
Guess who has grown out of newborn diapers and clothing? Well, everyone in this house has, but most recently and most notably, Presley! At her one month check-up last week, she clocked in at one ounce shy of nine pounds (before she promptly peed all over the scale)! She gained two and a half pounds in one month, people. No wonder I can barely use the football hold on her anymore. We knew she had grown, but we had no idea it was by that much. After two diaper blow-outs this weekend, I realized that the newborn diapers were just too small now. Not only that, she looked like a giant in her onesies. The sleeves were too short, and we had to stretch the fabric every which way just to fasten the snaps. Goodbye, newborn things!
It seems my PC days have come to an end. Talk about being late to the party, eh? I had a Gateway (remember Gateway?) that lasted for six years, a Dell that lasted for five, and an Asus that lasted for four. All served their purpose and did rather well, but after countless nights of me pounding on my keyboard and ranting about the endless updates and twenty billion minutes it took to start up, my husband got online and ordered an Apple certified refurbished Macbook for me. And it's amaaazing. I felt instantly cool as I powered it on for the first time. It's so pretty. I'm afraid to touch it! I'm learning all the shortcuts and keyboard gestures and am constantly in awe at how much easier it is than my old PC. It also gets bonus points for having iMessage/texting and FaceTime on it. We do our best to keep cell phones away from the baby, so having those pop up on the Mac means I don't miss them! I can also take calls on the Mac, but that just seems weird to me, so I didn't enable that. Yet. One day soon, it probably won't seem so weird to me. We'll see.
Press has been sleeping better at night. Hallelujah! For the last few nights, she's slept for slightly longer periods (3-4 hours) a few times and even when she doesn't, I've been able to get her back to sleep much faster (30-45 minutes instead of 1-3 hours... hours!). I know that this doesn't mean that we'll never have a rough night again. Of course we will. She's a baby. At least I know that better sleep for her is within reach. If she sleeps better, so do I, and there is no better gift I could wish for right now (except more diapers... always). I got a total of six hours of sleep last night and rose like a spring chicken this morning. I was bright-eyed and kissing all over her little body and talking with that sing-song voice you only hear in Disney films. I had "today is going to be a great day" written all over me. And then 1:30 rolled around, and I napped so hard you'd think I was hit over the head with a mallet like Wile E. Coyote. We all napped. Press in the swing, me on the couch, husband in bed, and cats in the sunshine streaming through the window. So clearly, this will be our future for the next long while. Naps on the weekends! So wild. We followed the naps with an evening walk to negate any assumptions that we're becoming hermits. Anyway, sleep! Transitioning to better sleep!
I go back to the office next week, and I'm kind of stressed about building a breast milk stash. I currently have about 55 ounces in the freezer, but I'm hoping to build it up to 100 by next Monday. I'm a little nervous that I won't be able to keep up with what she consumes during the day while I'm gone. I will still nurse her when I'm available at home, but I'm gradually increasing my pumping sessions to four per day to keep my supply high and to continue to freeze milk. Wish me luck on both getting back into the groove at work and breastfeeding/pumping!
All of these little transitions seem small in the grand scheme of things, but they're big. I know I'll look back on this weekend and remember the changes that were happening, mostly that Presley has broken out of the newborn mold.