2 Months old

2 months old

Little Miss Evie turned two months old on Friday. She's a completely different baby than she was a month ago. It's absolutely fascinating how much change can happen in a mere month's span of time. This month was pretty crazy for the most part. Alex brought home the dreaded chest cold from H-E-double hockey stick. Naturally, much to my breast-feeding mama disappointment, Evie caught the blasted thing. This chest cold...possibly muted flu (not really sure at this point)...was bad. And I mean Bad (with a capital B). Alex developed a horrific sinus infection that led to really scary atypical migraines, Abby developed pneumonia, and Evie? Well Evie had RSV and brochiolitis. The poor thing was in pretty bad shape. The retractions in her breathing and her O2 levels were not good to say the least. We had to go to the ER four times total and it was not a pleasant experience. She had to have deep suctioning three times and it was pretty awful to watch as a mother. Anyhow, after she was about 90% healed from that, this week she went and caught another cold on top of it and is as snotty as ever. *sigh* The other kids aren't even sick so I have no idea how she got sick again. So much for breastfeeding antibodies. Oh well. Marching on. Here is what Miss Evie's second month has consisted of.

Sleep- This girl can get her sleep on! She is now sleeping five to six hours at a time at night and never wakes up screaming or crying horribly. It probably helps that the crib is a few mere feet from me and I wake up at the slightest sound. It's wonderful to have a great sleeper for a change but still a bit odd as I adjust to it. Now, that being said...it's been so non-stop on the sick homefront that I am up way too much at night and was only getting roughly three to four hours of sleep each night.

Thumb- It's on to round two for us with thumb-sucking. The last week or so, Evie has been getting more and more efficient at sneaking her thumb into her mouth. She will wake up at night and I'll hear the cute little snorts and snuffs as she is trying to find a way to get that little thumb in her mouth. Then you hear the soft sucking sound as she's soothing herself back into dreamland. It's pretty cute and reminds me of Abby.

Smiles & Coos- One thing is for sure. Despite being sick for the better part of this month, this girl is happy. She smiles more than I remember the other two kiddos smiling. She just gets to grinning and pretty soon is cooing and smiling as big as she can. She "talks" to me all day long in that adorable, too cute for words baby kind of way. She gets those feet pumping while she's smiling too and looks about excited as a bear finding a honey comb! Pretty darn cute!

So cute and holds her head like a pro!

Rollin'- She rolled for the first time as I've already mentioned previously on the blog (in one of those rare moments when I had time to sit down and write for a change). I don't know how she does it, but she somehow is shimmying her way down the crib at night. I put her on one end of the crib and by the time she wakes up she is all the way down on the other end of the crib. I have a feeling she'll be an early crawler. I'm so excited to think she'll be crawling all over the germ-ridden floors of every place we go. (sarcasm noted?)  It's not that I'm anti-germ or over-protective. It's just that she is so young and been sick so often. I'm ready for her to catch a break from it all.

Battle of Wills

Of all the bull-headed, stubborn creatures I've ever come across, Abby has to be one of the worst I've ever seen. That girl can take my patience and push it to it's furthest limits...and then some. I know, from what I've been told at least, that she probably gets it from me. I can be a bit hot-headed and stubborn. I admit it. But it must get worst as each generation goes on. That's my best guess.

Right now the greatest battle of wills has begun. Dinner. That's my greatest struggle with miss Abigail. She eats breakfast. She eats lunch. She eats lots of things. But dinner? Not a chance. Up until now, I've done the "catering" act. I did it with Alex and I'll do it with Evie later down the road. That being said, I stopped catering to Alex's food finickiness around the age of four and a half and now that kid can out eat me any day of the week. He's got a hollow leg. So, by catering, I mean that when they don't eat what I make for everyone, I give them healthy alternatives like fruit, turkey or carrot sticks. Abby will be turning five in April and I am so done with making separate food for her. This is how it goes every dinner: I put food in front of her. She pushes it away and eats nothing and tells me she's not hungry. She then gets down from the table and within 20 minutes she asks for food because she's (and I quote) "Starving!" She eats an apple and then talks about how hungry she is all night long. Ugh.

This week we began the game. I explained to her that she is old enough now to eat what I make or don't eat at all. She sits there with her arms folded and stares off into space with the ho-hum look of boredom. One night, she ate a tiny biscuit. The next night, it was a single fish stick. (What the heck?!? She loves fishsticks!) The next night? One handful of plain spaghetti noodles and a green bean. Tonight I told her she wouldn't get down from the table until she ate the designated piles of food that I made her. She sat there for one hour. One hour! Holy cow! That girl about made steam come out of my ears. But guess what? I won. Yup. Nothing is so satisfying as winning a fight like this against your four year old child. How sad is that? But she finally caved and ate it. She asked for dessert and I laughed. Not a chance baby girl. Not a chance. Let the long days of the battle of wills begin. Bring. It. On.

Evie Rolls!

Well, I don't have time to sit here and right a long blog about the insanity that has become my life over the past two weeks, but I do want to make a special note for my newest addition. Evie, much to my surprise, rolled for her first time today! Why so surprised, you ask? Because she hasn't gotten half the tummy time that Alex and Abby got. Why not? Because the last two weeks have been horrible for her. All three of the kids caught this terrible, nasty cold that did bad, bad things to all of them. More on that later, but let's just say that sleep for me has been...well...what is sleep again? I forget. Anyhow, miss Evie rolled tonight and it was so cute to watch it. It's kinda sad. It's the last time I'll get to witness the first roll. *sniff* Way to go Evie! Way to keep up with your siblings!