Sweet Sibs is now one month old (plus a few, but let’s not count our chickens right now).
She is a frequent and efficient eater, evidenced by the more than two pounds she has already gained over her birthweight. I feel that as my third, she has gotten the best version of me and I wonder how much of a happier baby MG would have been had I just thrown the scheduled feedings out the window and watched her cues instead (Bea was somewhere in the middle of these two, per usual).
This month has not been without our share of challenges, however, as we spent five days in the hospital treating a suspected blood infection. During that time, I thought I lost my sweet, easy going baby as she was constantly agitated when awake and would not sleep anywhere but my arms. She also grew to hate the pacifier as it was constantly forced in her mouth while they poked her with needles and thermometers. Previously her pacifier satisfied her constant desire to suck….so you can put two and two together why she gained so much weight so quickly.
However, the first night back at home she slept a few hours in her own bed and was noticeably happier. Just a few days later and we had our sweet girl back; whom I’m happy to report, has reestablished her appreciation of the paci.
We can’t quite agree on who she looks like. I’ve decided it’s a mixture between both MG and Bea as babies. I don’t see a strong resemblance to either N or I’s baby photos but if I had to choose one, I would say mine. MG and Bea did not look very much alike as babies, so I like that Sibby seems to be the missing link between them. She also has her own look though too; but shares her blue eyes and outie belly button with her sisters.
She does not like baths or sleeping flat on her back. Her skin is deliciously soft and her wrists and ankles are already forming deep rolls, a tribute to her eating ability. Her hair is blondish-brown, with maybe a hint of copper at times and in the right light. Her skin changes daily and seems very susceptible to heat rash and sweat. She’s become less of a bag of bones when you pick her up and more meaty. Her head still bobbles around on its turtle neck, but it does stretch out and try to look around occasionally when you pick her up.
Her smile is easily coaxed out and if you’re lucky, it comes with some throaty coos that almost sound like a precursor to a laugh. She has the most Heavenly smell, a mixture of milk, Mustela, and her own sweet baby perfume.
Other than the hard five days of the hospital, this month was a dream. N was around pretty much since her birth as his work wrapped up in the days preceding and his schoolwork wrapped up just after. The older girls adjusted well to her presence as they had a lot of people to assist their needs (both N and myself, plus my mom for the first week). And their relationship as sisters continued on without any noticeable disruption by baby. In that way, she has been the easiest baby we have brought home.
My church spoiled us with meals that kept us fed for nearly the first six weeks. Because of that, and all the help I had, plus the adrenaline that finds me after birth, I was so relaxed and felt well-adjusted fairly quickly into this transition. It was, in fact, a very sweet time we had before everything shifted.
We love you so much, Sibby. It’s hard to imagine there was a life before you. XO