One Month

Dear sweet Fiona:

This would be much easier to write if you would just fall asleep, for the love of God. But you've decided in the last week that night-time is THE time to be awake. This means Mommy isn't able to sit down, eat, get the kitchen clean, put a DVD on, or get on the computer.

But hey! You are one month old! A girl has to keep her people on their toes.

What a month it has been. I've been learning to by your Mommy and learning how to be a Mommy to two children at the same time. It's a lot of work. And I've had to make the mental adjustment of what I would do at home with a newborn. Luckily, you are very good at nursing while Mommy is walking around the house dealing with your big brother.

You are starting to grow into your face. Your features are becoming clearer. I'm still not sure if you really look like anybody. You and Patrick share a nose (it's mine, sorry about that) and chin, but look pretty different. Your coloring is uniquely yours, with light brown hair, dark blue eyes, and skin just a little darker than your Mommy and Daddy have. Maybe you will look like your Uncle Dave!

Everybody asks if you are a "good" baby. Well, I don't know, because is there such thing as a "bad" baby? I would say you are an easy baby. A good nurser, you sleep well for three to four hours at a time, you sooth fairly easily, and you like to cuddle. You prefer to be held, but what baby doesn't. You are, however, more urp-y than Patrick. I get majorly vomited on at least every other day. I'm getting very good at recognizing the signs. I find it's easier to let you throw up on me, because I can always change my clothes.

We've done more co-sleeping with you than we did with your brother. When Patrick was born, your Daddy had a pretty sucky job situation going on. He needed sleep! So I always took him into the nursery in the middle of the night. But this time I need the sleep to keep up with two kids. So I'll nurse you in bed. Sometimes you'll stay there, sometimes you'll go back to your bassinet. I love that snuggle time with you, and I'm reminded just how fast this all goes.

It's already been four weeks. I can hardly believe it. My darling girl, I can't wait to see what happens next.

And I'm sorry that after only one month, you are already suffering from "Second Child Syndrome" in the form of significantly less pictures. I wanted to get one today, but the camera batteries are recharging as we speak. Maybe tomorrow.

Love
Mommy