Guinevere
had her first round of immunizations today.
She was given DTP, HIB, Polio, Rotavirus, Pneumo and Hep B . . . don’t
ask me what any of that stands for because I don’t honestly know. All I know is that seeing my daughter’s
little face all bright red and scrunched up in pain made me so much more
emotional than I anticipated. I really
didn’t intend to cry, but I did. Somehow
I thought I would go in there and hold her hand and tell her to be a brave
girl, even though she can’t really understand me yet. But somehow, I think I ended up being more
emotionally scarred than my 6-week-old daughter. Ok, that may be a slight exaggeration. It wasn’t horrible. In fact, it was over very quickly. After the nurse finished giving her the
shots, I picked Guinevere up to comfort her.
She calmed down in my arms – it kind of melted my heart. She doesn’t always calm down when I hold her,
but I will admit that it makes me feel like a good mom when I go to comfort her
and it works! Since we got home, she’s
been alternating between napping and waking up crying in pain; then the cry
dissipates into this pitiful little whimper and she falls back asleep.
Other
than the shots, the appointment went well.
Guinevere is now 8 lbs 12 oz and 21 ¼ inches long. She’s already outgrown a couple of my
favorite newborn outfits. You should see
the cute little outfit we brought her home from the hospital in – it’s way too
short on her now. It makes me sad and
proud all at the same time. However, I
am very excited to be able to start putting her in some of the adorable 0-3
month onesies that were so ginormous on her just 2 weeks ago.
In
other news, Guinevere has started to smile and coo. My sister visited from New York this week,
and every time Guinevere would smile or coo at us, we would squeal with
delight, which of course, made Guinevere smile even more! Unfortunately, she tends to smile the most
when there’s no camera at arms reach. So
of course, one of us runs to grab the camera and by the time we get back, she
refuses to smile. We’ve found that she
tends to smile the most in the morning (I am secretly pleased to have a morning
person daughter . . . though I guess it’s not so secret now that I’ve just
posted it for the world to see). She
also seems to smile a lot on the changing table. I’m guessing it’s a combination of a) being up
closer to our faces and b) knowing that she will soon be clean and dry.
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| My happy girl this morning. |
Nights
are also starting to get better (though I always feel nervous saying that, like
I’m tempting fate or something). She
even let me sleep a full 6 hours three nights this week! Most nights I’m not that lucky, but she has
been pretty good about going back to sleep after waking for her 3 am feed. Honestly, that’s the most important part to
me. I have pretty much adjusted to the
new reality of sleeping in 3-hour increments.
I am now able to wake up from a normal night like that and feel relatively
rested. It’s the nights when she refuses
to go back to sleep at 3 am that are the worst.
I can’t quite decide if it’s more frustrating when she’s fussy at that
hour or super cute. There have been a
couple nights when she wakes up at 3am and then is all smiles. I feel so bad trying to get her to go back to
sleep when it seems like she wants to be all bright and sunny and awake. At least when she’s fussy, I don’t feel bad
telling her to go back to sleep. But I
guess of all problems to have, that’s not a bad one.
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| One of G's goofy faces at 3am |
One
issue I would like to put out to the world: Guinevere seems to hate tummy
time. The pediatrician told me we should
be giving her more tummy time than we are, but every time we put her down on
her tummy, she starts screaming. Does
anyone have any tips on how to get her to like it? Or at least do it without crying? I’ve tried laying down next to her on the
floor and encouraging her, or trying out different toys to see if any of them
take her fancy, but nothing seems to work . . . yet.
And now, the sad little face that we will have to comfort tonight:
