I mean I like my job just fine, but being here while my daughter grows and learns at home is almost heart breaking.
Today she grasped her first thing ever. Other than fingers or when we force her to hold her rattle or when she does it by accident. She grabbed a teething ring that was set up on her bouncy chair. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.
I know, this doesn't seem like a huge deal but it is to me. I missed it and it made me sad. I'm not around for things as much as I would like to be. I have three days a week at home, the weekend and Mondays but starting next month I will only have the weekends. I hate that feeling. Its a wretch in my chest and it is called guilt with a capital G.
I'll get over it in due time, or maybe that feeling will stick with me forever but for now, whatever, I can't do anything about it. Moving on.
As of yesterday she is 11 weeks old. She is holding up her head about 85% of the time. It bounces around like crazy when she is exhausted. It is hilarious.
She has been sleeping through the night for about the last four weeks now. Who invented sleeping through the night? Whomever it was, I want to kiss them on the mouth; open lipped. Maybe it was God. Thanks God. She goes down at around 8 pm and wakes up around 6 or so. She used to wake up at 4:30 am. Let me tell ya how not fun that is. It is SO not fun. We have a little nighttime routine: change the diaper, put on PJ's, read a book (more on this later), give her a big warm bottle and then lights out. A warm bottle seems key in sleeping through the night.
Speaking of feeding, my kid is a piggy and I love it. She eats about 6 ounces about every four hours. Is this a lot? I don't know. Maybe because I had a big chunky baby she loves to eat so much.
Here is the thing with babies. Especially chubbers like mine is. You want to eat them they're so delish and amazing. Her chubby thighs and her chubby wrists. I've decided that I'm going to have five-hundred babies. All of them chubby and delicious and scrumptious.
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