If I had had a blog when Naomi was an infant I would have done this.
I did have one when Bernadette was tiny, but then it went away (for the better for sure) and I did write about her infanthood, but I am pretty sure my anal retentiveness got in the way of actually documenting anything worthwhile anyways. Plus, they're the funny ones, and get plenty of their own posts because of it.
So here we are with third child Lucy and it is imperative for me to do this for several reasons:
1) She is the best baby ever and I should never ever complain and if I ever do you can and should shut me up and refer me back here.
2) My memory for important things is fairly nonexistent.
3) #1 again.
Other than the 2 weeks of early labor I went through with her, her actual birth was a cinch. Epidural + 3 pushes + everything being in tact from her exit out of me (I will neverveverever use that word on this blog) = easiest labor and recovery ever. And her life has followed suit so far.
She was a rock star nurser from the start (as were both of her sisters). And slept contentedly next to me nursing just a couple times each night. Like most babies, she did not love to be set down, but she was always happy in a carrier if all else failed.
There was minimal crying or fussing for the first three months of life and while we had a few weeks around 3 months where it seemed like she was having some reflux issues (re- TONS and tons of spit-up and even more crying) I implemented every natural way to deal with infant reflux and it worked. Because she is that easy.
Around 3 months we kicked her out of our lair and into her own baby-cage. I felt even more like a jerk mother than when we had Naomi or Bernadette cry it out because she is SO good. But even her CIO reflected her goodness since we've only had a few rough nights of crying all told and for the most part it's short and sweet and she sleeps...
Like an absolute champion. I'm sure there will be bad-sleeping phases, and when she's gotten sick she's regressed to waking 3 or 4 times a night, but currently the norm is that she sleeps for 9 or 10 hours straight, wakes once to nurse, and then sleeps for 3 or 4 more hours. It is insane and amazing and I feel like I am cheating. Her sisters wake just as much as, and most nights more, than she does.
She is so content to sit in her bumbo seat/exersaucer/bouncy seat/swing and look at what everyone else is doing and if someone decides to talk to her, she lights up with smiles (and laughs if you are Naomi or Bernadette). There is nothing happening on the movement front (no rolling, sitting up, scooting) and overall she is completely lazy and fat, just the way I like it.
We have family in town right now and I was a little worried that she would exhibit the same "stranger anxiety" (so dramatic) that her sisters did around this age. But no, she has been delightful in anyone's arms and so generous with the smiles, which makes for one overly proud and braggy mother. Oh well.
The last 5 months with her have flown and I hate that she is getting so big, but I am loving every minute with her as a babe. I am glad there is a little more perspective this time around to be able to enjoy all the good moments and not freak out so much (although there is plenty of freaking out) over the hard ones.
And in conclusion, I think we'll keep her.
*after-note: while I wrote this she woke up 4 times for me to nurse/pacify her back to sleep for a nap. She is good at everything else but napping. I'll take it.