She now weighs exactly seven pounds. All infants loose weight when they are born but typically gain back to their birth weight by two weeks. Andrea still a little shy of her birth weight so the doctor will check her next week just to insure she's still gaining. She's in the 13th percentile for weight and the 76th percentile for height. Tall and skinny, just like her dad.
Adjusting to being a mom was more difficult than I thought it would be. Although I'd been told it'd be exhausting and demanding, the reality of motherhood seemed clouded over by my overactive imagination. I pictured lots of cuddling, cooing, rainbows, and ponies. There is some of that. But between cuddles and rainbows, there is lots of worry, paranoia, nursing, and poop. Our first three nights home Andrea and I spend the entire nights awake and wrestling to understand each other. I picked her up for every squeak and grunt, interrupting her sleep and causing her to be overstimulated.
Breastfeeding has been hard which I was anticipating, but not quite in the way I thought. I had heard so many stories of painful latches, bleeding, blisters, bruises, and babies starving from lack of milk. Well, Andrea is a natural and aside from a little soreness the first day or two, I've had no pain. Her latch is perfect and she's not a biter. As far as milk production is concerned, I'm a cow. Go figure.
The difficult part about nursing is my overinflated sense of modesty. The first few days home I'd be sitting in my rocking chair feeding my child when spontaneous visitors would knock on the door. Paul would scramble to find a blanket to cover me with whilst I panicked. I had a friend give me a nursing cover that has saved my life over the holidays. However, because it has a little U-shaped boning at the top which allows to me to peek adoringly at the bundle of preciousness in my arms, anyone else standing above me can also see down my business too. I typically nurse sitting down so I feel very self conscious as people walk around and behind me. I try to avoid nursing in public even with the cover because of how uncomfortable I feel.
My whole world currently revolves around Andrea's eating schedule. That has been quite the adjustment. If I feed her and leave her with Paul while I grocery shop or whatnot, I find myself watching the clock the entire time I'm away from her wondering if she is at home wailing for her
I've spent a few moments crying, feeling so inadequate, wondering if my imperfections will ruin this little dependent person. We brought her home and I spent hours staring at her, believing if I blinked my little elven child would disappear. When she cried I picked her up awkwardly and slowly, afraid she would shatter in my arms. I've lifted up her little bum during a diaper change only to have her pee all over herself. I've sat on my bed across from Paul taking his turn soothing Andrea at four in the morning asking myself why I ever thought I'd have something to offer as a mom, and I thank heaven that she won't remember how clumsy and inexperienced I was when she came. I've wondered if there was a mistake made and if my little blessing was intended for a better mom who wasn't quite as Kayla-ish as I am.
Whoa, enough of all that sap. Enjoy some Christmas pictures!
It was Andrea's first Christmas and I helped her open her presents.
Some good looking dads, Andrea, and her cousin Jax. He's four months older than her. It's crazy to think she'll be that big in a few months.
Andrea wearing the Christmas bow they gave her in the hospital.
Napping with Grandma Rowberry after an exhausting day.