Daddy's Little Girl

I have a feeling that pouty lip is going to be VERY effective when she gets a little older. What do you think?  Savannah hadn't been feeling well and was just generally grumpy ... as you can see. 

When you're sick, there's nothing better than lounging in your pjs and watching TV.  That's exactly what she and Daddy did Saturday morning.

She was completely entertained by Man vs. Wild.  I don't know if it was Bear Grylls' voice or what, but she was locked on the screen for the entire show.

Of course, when you're sick, you also need lots of rest.  Thank goodness Daddy freed up his schedule to help out with that.

Weekend Festivities

This weekend was so great! It started off with my parents arriving Thursday afternoon. There was a lot of time spent with the granddaughter and the granddogs.  Savannah, Bandit, and Marley were all SO happy to see Gamma and Grrdad.

On Friday, I graduated!  Except for the fact that they pronounced my name wrong when I walked across the stage, the ceremony was nice and thankfully didn't last too long.  I am so glad to be finished with my Master's degree so I can focus all of my attention on being a wife to Cory and mother to this little squirt.

After the graduation ceremony, we all went to eat at Saltgrass then mom and I went shopping while the guys went to Lone Star Park to cash in their winning tickets from the Belmont Stakes and the Preakness.  Dad made out like a bandit at one of them.

When mom and I got home, I had a surprise waiting on me!  A new digital camera!!!  It is so stinkin' awesome!  I've already gone crazy taking pictures with it ... and let me just say ... they are WAY better than the pics my old camera took. 

Since Friday was so eventful, we spent most of the day Saturday just hanging out around the house.

This is Cory thinking twice about his choice of gift.

I also discovered two of the greatest snacks EVER!  Dr. Pepper made with real sugar and cinnamon sugar kettlecorn.  Neither is conducive to getting back my pre-pregnancy body I might add.

But going back to the subject of the new camera ... in addition to it and two lenses, I got a tripod which made it possible to take this family picture before the Hall of Fame game Sunday night.  Go Cowboys!!

Savannah was very focused on the game.

And cheered when the Boys scored a touchdown!

Two months

Well, two months have come and gone since Savannah joined the Baker household.  She has changed so much since we brought her home.  I have a feeling I'm going to be saying "where does the time go" an awful lot over the next ... oh ... 18 years or so. 

Since last month, Savannah has found her smile ... and boy does she show it off!  She's the most smiley during diaper changes and baths which makes me think she might be a prissy little thing who won't want to get dirty when she gets older.  I'm sure her Daddy will have something to say about that though and will do everything he can to make sure she likes playing outside. :o) 

She is also consistently sleeping through the night - going down around 11 and sleeping until about 6.  This makes Momma VERY happy!  She's starting to like tummy time a little more and can hold her head up for a good long while and tries really hard to push herself up on her arms.  She likes it when Daddy props her up on the couch like a big kid, too.  It's good head-holding-up practice.

Her hair has gotten WILD!  You can tell in the picture below.  There is nothing I can do to get it to lay down so I usually just spike it all up or comb it into a mohawk.  Here's to hoping it grows out to pigtail length very very soon!

We had to go to the doctor last week because she was showing signs of reflux.  She has a prescription antacid now and it seems to be helping a lot.  She weighed 9 pounds 6 ounces.  Our 2 month well baby check is next week so we'll have more growth stats then.  It'll also be her first round of shots.  :o( 

So, there you have it ... my baby girl is growing up.  Here's the little stinker doing what she loves most:

I love the traces of little dimples in her cheeks and the sly look in her eyes.

Liquid Gold

This morning ... I cried over spilled milk. 

I was multi-tasking - pumping while putting on make-up - in order to get out the door in a timely manner for my last day of work before becoming an official stay-at-home mom.  When I was finished, I went to unscrew the storage bottle from the shield, and somehow, as I started to put the bottle back down on the counter, it tipped over.  *tear*

I consider breastmilk to be liquid gold.  I would guess most moms do too.  Each and every drop is nearly priceless not only because of the nutrition it provides your growing baby, but also because mothers tend to obsess over making enough milk to satisfy their children.  "Wasting" even the tiniest amount is heart-breaking.

If I have to look at this from a "glass is half full" perspective, only about half an ounce spilled.  But, still, that's half an ounce that Savannah probably would've been interested in drinking come breakfast time. 

I've learned my lesson.  Pumping is a not a multi-task approved activity.  And anyone who has ever told you not to cry over spilled milk has obviously never been a breastfeeding mother.

Funny story

Ok, so the other day (well, maybe even longer ago than that) Cory and I were chuckling about a funny thing that happened while I was in labor with Savannah.  I remember thinking to myself, "Oh, I need to be sure and blog about that," but just haven't had the time.  Until now!  So on with the story. 

I think I mentioned in a previous post that I had to get a second epidural because the first one came out, right?  If not, now ya know.  I had been given pitocin so my contractions were coming fast and hard ... not a fun experience with the effects of the first epidural waning.  The anesthesiologist was prepping a patient for a c-section which meant this momma had to be patient until he could come redo the epidural.  In the meantime, the nurse injected some sort of narcodic pain killer into my IV with the warning that it would make me super drowsy.  Who cares, though, right?  I can just sleep through labor until it's time to push.  Well, it not only made me drowsy, it relaxed every muscle in my body so much that I had to consciously keep myself breathing and focus all of my effort on forming a coherent sentence!  Ok, so maybe I didn't REALLY have to make myself breathe ... but it sure felt that way.  In fact, I kept jerking myself out of sleep because I was afraid I was going to stop breathing and die right there on that gurney. 

Soon after it kicked in, Cory said he was going to go get a fresh cup of coffee since I was sleeping.  But I, in my drug-induced stupor, begged and pleaded with him not to go.  I was completely convinced that if he left my side to go get coffee I was going to stop breathing.  I needed him there to watch me and make sure I didn't.  I pretty clearly remember that part, but what I was unaware of was just how incoherent my speech really was.  According to Cory, it resembled that of a drunken frat boy after a long night of partying.  Everything was slurred, and the words in my sentences were sometimes out of order!  Ha!  Dumb drugs.  Cory reminded me that I was hooked up to a million monitors and that there would be alarms going off all over the hospital in the unlikely event that I did stop breathing. 

At that point I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, I halfway woke up, my mom was in the room with me because Cory was visiting with some family in the waiting room, and a nurse was saying, "I'VE GOTTA GO GET THE DOCTOR, IT'S TIME!" 

I have a new appreciation...

...for poop.  It's true.  Never in my life did I think I would be so concerned about the bodily functions of another person.  But that all changed after having a baby.  (NOTE: that baby is why I haven't been able to blog regularly ... thus this late-breaking story).  So, back to the poop scoop.  A couple of weeks ago, while going about the routine motherly tasks that now occupy my days (and nights), I noticed that Savannah had gone through a couple of diaper changes without being dirty.  Very unusual for her at that time.  After it caught my eye, I started getting worried and wondered why the change.  We waited in anticipation for each diaper change to see if the status had changed ... we employed some age-old techniques to try and encourage her along ... anything and everything to try to help.  By bedtime, Cory and I had one conversatioal subject ... POOP.  It had been long enough that Savannah was pretty cranky with the whole thing.  I didn't know if there was really something wrong or what.  I busted out my books to read about baby constipation which I determined probably wasn't the problem.  In case you're wondering, it noted that infrequency and straining were not a sign of constipation in an infant.  Our pediatrician gave us a vitamin D supplement that also had iron that I'd recently started giving her so I though maybe that was the cause.  In any event, we were up until around 4 a.m. when things finally got moving ... if you know what I mean.  I'd never been so relieved!!  And I'd venture to say that neither had Savannah!!

That concludes this scoop on poop, but I can't rightly post a blog without including a picture of our little squirt.  So without further ado ... the sleeping beauty:

One month

Savannah is one month (plus a few days) old.  She is finally starting to look like she's putting on some weight and has pretty good head control.  We've even caught a glimpse of a smile or two which melts my heart!  Thanks to the Happiest Baby on the Block DVD we got as a shower gift, our nights are much much better than they were in the beginning.  This has been the most wonderfully exhausting month of my life.  Here's to many more!

July 2, 2010