Well, we survived!
As previously written after taking baby care classes, I was not afraid of labor and delivery, but rather the first month of Willa's life. Everything seemed so daunting, how demanding motherhood is, how little sleep to expect, the limited ways that anyone would be able to help me, and the multitude of new skills that I would have to learn/master in order to keep someone alive. But we did it. She's still alive, doing well, and sleeping in my Ergo carrier (thanks, Erin!) as I write this. Thank goodness.
In the last post I commented on how our sleep has been affected. Since then things have stayed the same, with Willa's personal best for a stretch of sleep extending to 6 hours (midnight to 6am), although that was a one time event (but a glorious one!!). What was funny was that I was actually more tired that morning than on a morning after two night feedings, since I think my brain was tricked into thinking it would get a full night's sleep. She naps pretty well during the day, although I have had to keep her in the carrier instead of the crib most often. No problems/complaints about that so far, I love to snuggle her, but I hope it doesn't become an issue later.
She continues to be a great feeder, and has taken to the bottle, no problem. I don't think it affected her latch at all, but it seems to have made her a little more impatient with me and my flow, since the bottle flows so much faster. She has also started to feed for longer periods, an average of 45 minutes instead of 20-30. During her growth spurt her longest period was an hour and a half, which was exhausting. Emotionally I worried that I wasn't making enough for her and was feeling guilty, but I know that she is getting what she needs. She just needs more as she grows, and I'm thankful that she is getting so big.
Jeremy is awesome with baby care, I have to say. He has been so helpful with bottle feeding, changing her before feedings, burping her after, and is quite good at getting her to sleep. I love to watch them together, especially when she reaches her little hand up to touch his goatee when he holds her. It's like her little way of knowing that it's him and feeling connected to him, and it makes me melt every time!
She can raise her little head up during tummy time, and is consistently able to flail her little arms and legs when she's on her side to make a toy chime. I think she might be starting to watch our faces and try to smile, although I don't think we've had her official first smile yet. She is able to work the facial muscles to smile in her sleep, which is so fun to watch, but when we make eye contact and smile she more often furrows her brow as if to say, "why are you smiling like an idiot? My parents are NUTS." Hopefully we can make her smile for real soon. I will brush up on my improv comedy skills in the meantime :-).
Now the focus is on making the transition after maternity leave is over in two weeks. I've been trying to build up our food stores for her, and we'll meet with the two caregivers in the next week to make sure that they are up for the task of Willa care. Mentally I am very ready to go back, if only to see the world outside of these four walls. I also miss conversations with my coworkers, and am wondering about my various clients. I hope that I'm as successful in being a working mom as I have been in being a home-based mom!