A Fantastic Four Months

Who's got two tiny thumbs and turned 4 months today?

This gal!

 

I have been up to a lot since way back when I turned 3 months old.  Mom has lifted the sequester on me, and I've been out several times to make very strategic, germ free visits.  I caught up with nurse Linda, I went to learn all about babywearing, and mom took me on a road show to visit my buddies Jill, Cristina, and Chris. Dad takes me on walks in the park in the weeeeeee hours of the morning.  It's like there's a whole new world out there that I didn't even know about.  I love watching Mom and Dad huff and puff when they take walks. They talk a lot about being out of shape, but they've always looked like fuzzy blobs to me.  I don't get it.

babywearing is the bomb

I have started occupational therapy to address something called sensory issues.  I don't really like loud sounds or lights or fabrics.  I'm not a fan of touch either.  My therapist Michelle said I'm pretty stellar at playing with toys though.  We're going to be working on a whole lot of stuff so stay tuned!

Big news! I have colic, which is super awesome because it makes my parents want to hold me all the time.  I've yet to give them the secret password that stops me from crying.  About two weeks ago, I decided 7pm is the witching hour, when I start screaming inconsolably.  Dad has figured out if he twists like Chubby Checker on heroin, I will settle down for a bit.  It's good for his waist line really.  You're welcome pops.

Dad and I after twisting.

Mom keeps telling me her time with me one on one is coming to an end soon.  Something about August 3rd being her return back to full time work.  I haven't quite decided if we're supposed to be excited about this or not.  Sometimes she starts smiling about it as I'm crying, but then i hear her crying in the morning as she's holding me and I'm all quite and snuggly. I guess she hasn't made up her mind either.  Since she's going to work, I get to meet my Grandma Simpson.  I'm so excited to find out I have TWO grandmas.  This one is going to stay with me for two weeks, while Mom transitions back to work.

I thought I'd compile a list of things that I dig at 4 months:

Elvis, making Mom and Dad sleep with me, the sound "g", miss turtle on my changing table, my black and white queen cow, and baths.... but NOT getting out of baths.

I try to get milk out of queen cow, but she's holding out.

Dressed in my Sunday best

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Happy 4 months to me!

3 Months and counting

Hey everybody!

3 Months!

I've been so busy being home and an awesome, albeit fussy newborn, that I haven't had time to blog.

The transition home has been interesting.  Mommy and Daddy were so excited to have me home.  You should see them figure out this whole parenting thing.  There were times when I was being a perfect sleeping angel, resting quietly.  They thought I was a little "too quiet" and they nudged me just to make sure I was breathing.  I showed them I was by screaming and not going back to sleep.  It's a team effort really, and I'm all about feedback.

Here is a photo of me at 2 months old.  I was such a little baby back in those days.

I have been to the pediatrician and cardiologist and both say I am doing so well!  I think Mom and Dad have a hard time not being regimented like the NICU schedule.  My pediatrician says Mom needs to adjust to real life and to go with the flow. When I'm hungry feed me.  I decided I am going to start being hungry every 2 hours, just in case she wants to fall asleep on the job, I do my duty of waking her up!  The cardiologist also said my heart was really strong and that I'll be monitored throughout childhood to make sure it stays that way.  He said it was amazing that everything turned out so well and that he was actually really worried when he heard Mommy was delivering at 29 weeks.  I'm full of surprises!

First doc appointment after the NICU.... BORING.

I have had so many milestones that it's hard to keep track.  I passed being 3 months old on the 29th of June.  Even though I am so old, I am still really gestationally only about 3 weeks old.  I was born so early that the early months really just count like I was still a fetus.  Mommy and Daddy will measure my developmental milestones from my due date. That means I'm still working on things like tummy time and recognizing black and white objects. Here are some of my work outs:

The vibrating chair is intense

This will likely make me a genius one day.

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Here I am at my favorite gym. Right now I just bat at all the toys, but someday I will grab them and in my mouth they will go.

Sophie and I discuss changing table etiquette.

This is me interacting with "My baby".  She's always talking when I am.  It is so rude.

Most of the time I just sleep and look adorable.  

I'm too sexy for my shirt.  So sexy it hurts.

As you can see for the first couple of weeks I didn't wear anything but a diaper and a swaddle.  This was because Mom and Dad were too lazy to change clothes and a diaper, but over time Mom has gotten into the whole cute clothing idea and likes to put outfits on me as if I were a doll.  Dad likes the outfits only because it provides another layer of blow-out protection.

I have passed the 7lb mark and am growing really well, but still pretty small.  I am in the 10th percentile for preterm babies in both weight and length.

This next month I start some heavy duty training- Occupational therapy, physical therapy, and speech therapy.  These are supposed to help me catch up to other kiddos my age.  Mom and Dad are hoping they train me on how to stay asleep all night. We'll see about that: