Look who’s 3 months old!
Our little baby is three months old!! She’s changed so much from the little newborn on her first day of life: (Thanks Laura for this great photo!)
And here is our baby today, at three months:
It is so thrilling to see all the developments that are happening with her!
- She can now grasp a rattle and shake it (which makes her very happy!)
- She can now put weight on her legs when I hold her up – and she actually knows to move her feet and legs forward like she’s walking! And boy does she look proud of herself when she does that! (She’s actually done the “walking” since 2 and a half months.)
- She smiles so much in response to us now, and even just when she sees us. (She has actually been a smiler since birth, too, but these are just huge grins now!) It melts my heart to see her pause while she’s nursing and look up at me…I’ll see her little ear move back while her eyes crinkle as she smiles so big around my nipple. It’s sometimes accompanied by a fond little sound she makes. And it’s just too funny to see her remember to then get back to the business of eating. She’s just so cute!
- She says little three syllable words like “ah goo bah”…and she makes such big and happy little squeals too!
- She sucks loudly and adorably on her fists
- She has become fascinated with staring at her feet and toes, and even grabs them sometimes
- She continues to play with her hair (she’d tried to put her hand in her hair since birth, but at around 2 moths old she really discovered how to grab it and try to twine it around her fingers!) This is an act she’s inherited from me – I’ve twirled my hair ever since I can remember!
One not so great development is the not being able to put her down to sleep bit. That is really difficult, and we are trying everything we can to get her out of this habit. She wakes EVERY time we place her in the new little portable crib in our bedroom (her nursery didn’t work out for her at all yet) and it is very hard on all of us. We feel so bad for our poor little baby because this only started happening after her traumatic experiences at the doctor just after she turned 2 months old when they wanted to try and find out what happened that night. They did x-rays of her chest which had her screaming so hard and long that she was red and hoarse and coughing. I HATED it. They made us pull her arms over her head and pull her feet like we were pulling her apart. I HATED it. I can’t say that enough! Poor little baby thought we were torturing her. And then the idiots at the blood draw…that’s a story for another post someday maybe. She was crying her poor little lungs out at that too. She was inconsolable all that day and night, and ever since she’s not slept well unless we’re holding her. Our poor sweet baby! We’ll do anything we can to help her get past this though!
Here are more photos I took of her today:
