Last night I was hanging up P’s clothes, P was in her crib and B was standing over her playing. He put his hands on either side of her and bounced the mattress while making noises at her. We’ve done this a lot in the last few weeks, but this time our little girl actually laughed. It was so stinking cute! It wasn’t a big belly laugh by any means, but it was clear as a bell laughter. Brett paused and we looked at each other excitedly. He did it again. She laughed again. We were so excited.
B and I are truly thankful that we were both there for her very first laugh. Such a precious moment.
P turned four months old on September 1st. I cannot believe how fast time is flying and how quickly our sweet girl is growing. It seems like she’s doing something new every day and I’m failing to document these magic moments. No more! We are jumping into the middle of the spit-up!
Yesterday was P’s four month well check. She is 13 lbs. 8 oz. and 25 inches long. Her pediatrician is very pleased with her growth and development. She was oh so lucky enough to get some more vaccines yesterday and after two sticks to complete the process, our little girl was done crying in seconds. The nurse had time to dispose of her needles in the sharps container, but not even grab her laptop. P was over the crying quickly, but she was still not pleased with the nurse on her departure. No smile for her!
We gave her a bath before bed last night to help get her band-aid off. (She’s so good with baths now. July 24, 2014 was the first time she relaxed and enjoyed a bath, but it’s only been the last two weeks or so that P has not cried at all during or after her bath.) I fed her while B read The World of Winnie the Pooh to us and then we tucked her in her crib. P slept all night – a full nine hours – before B and I had to go in and wake her up to prepare for our day.
As we made it through our regular weekday routine, I heard P working on a poopy diaper while I was finishing up with the critters. Finally I made it back to her chilling in her rock ‘n play. She sat there pleased as punch and when I lifted her leg to be sure she had pooped and was not just having a gas issue I saw the leak that ran down her sleeper leg. Lovely.
I scooped P and the blanket she was snuggled in up and we headed to her room for a full change. That’s where I discovered my sweet, itty bitty girl had not only blown poop out a leg of her diaper, but had run it halfway up her back. Literally half way. Had she been wearing a bra, the band would have been soiled. So gross and on my clean baby! All I could do was laugh though. It was just everywhere and I couldn’t really decide on a great plan of poo attack, but I got her clean, stain treated the sleeper and blanket, and disposed of all the wipes and diaper. About ten minutes or so later we were finally out the door. Poo free.
I never ever believed that line parents spew, “It’s different when it’s your own.” Thinking Yeah, right! Poo is poo. Nasty!! And though I do not enjoy soiled diapers AT ALL, it really is different when it is your own sweet babe staring up at you with a gummy grin and making that gross mess.