Archive for February, 2010

9 Months

February 27, 2010

Oh, Maggster.  What a challenge the last month has been!

Things that made February difficult:

1.  Three feet of snow.   Snowed in for weeks.  ‘Nuff said.

2.  Separation anxiety.

3.  Totally FUBARed sleep.

4.  Sickness.

5.  A baby who wants desperately to pull herself up on things and to crawl, but who isn’t quite there yet.

So…… yeah.  Maggie, you are SUCH a social child, and so easily bored.  Being stuck at home, with no access to our friends, playgroups or usual haunts made BOTH of us kind of insane.  I felt terrible for you, but even worse for me!  Your Dad was thrilled to be snowed in with us, but we were both itching to get out of the house and do something – ANYTHING – but sit around the living room for one.  more.  day.

Teething!  Finally, your two bottom teeth came in, and we experienced a bit of a respite from Crankypants McMaggie.  However, by the time your teeth came in, your sleep habits had gotten totally fucked up.   Before teething/traveling to St. Thomas, you slept soundly from 6:15 p.m. or so until about 2 a.m., and woke up a couple of times thereafter to nurse before waking up for good around 5:30.  (As I type this, I realize that it sounds miserable, but trust me, it was great!)  After teething started, you started waking up every two hours or so overnight, starting at 8 p.m.  And then separation anxiety began kicking in as well, and you decided that you had to see my face every single time you woke up overnight, or else you would SCREAM BLOODY MURDER, OMG.  And then every two hours became every hour and a half, then every hour, and then sometimes every 30 minutes.  The only thing that kept you from waking up constantly and screaming was for me to hold you while you slept.

And so, I did.

I brought you to bed with me, and slept wrapped around you.  When you woke up, I would whisper, “Shh, shh, Maggie.  It’s okay.  Mommy’s right here.”  And that would be enough for you to go back to sleep.

But eventually, the lack of sleep caught up to me, and we had to change what we were doing.  So last week, your Dad and I did a little sleep training (i.e., the cry it out method), and holy crap — you could basically be the Ferber poster child.  The first night, you cried for 30 minutes, then slept for 8 hours.  The second, five minutes, and you slept for 10.  The third, three seconds.  By night four, you were asleep before I even got out your bedroom door.  All of a sudden, your Dad and I are actually not sleep deprived — possibly for the first time in over a year.  Not only that, but you seem a little more cheerful too, since you’re finally getting some sleep!

Last — eesh.  The developmental stuff.

So, we had your 9 month appointment last week.  The pediatrician was surprised that you weren’t pulling up on things yet, nor crawling.  I felt a little twinge in the pit of my stomach at hearing the tinge of concern in her voice, but then I mentioned that you were talking.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, she says a bunch of words – ‘Mama,’ ‘Daddy,’* ‘Emmy’ (for ‘Mommy’) and Diggy (for ‘Doggy’),” I said.

“WHOA!” she said.  “Wow!”

Soooo, yeah!  You rock hardcore at the verbal skills, kiddo!  Take THAT, pediatrician!

*And I forgot to mention this in past blog entries, but your first word was “Mama,” and you said it for the first time shortly after you turned six months old.   🙂

All that being said, I have to say that I think that nine months is going to be a helluva lot easier than eight months was.  For one thing, SLEEP.  For another — well, I don’t know, really.  I just have a good feeling about this month.  🙂  And heck, sleep cures most ills!

I can’t believe that we’re closing in on your first birthday already.  It just doesn’t seem possible.  And yet, it is.  I’ve had such a blast with you over the last nine months, Maggs — I can’t wait to see what else is in store for us!  You are my sweetest of all hearts, and I love you utterly.



8 1/2 months

February 3, 2010

Okay, Mama sucks at actually writing posts on time!   However, I do excel at taking cute pictures of my kid.

Maggie attempts to grab Daddy’s coffee cup while on our flight to St. Thomas – riding first class, bishes!

So, eight months.  Eight months has been hard, yo.  Maggie’s first two teeth began to make their painfully slow appearance, causing much angst, wailing, rending of garments, and major sleep disruptions.  Then those two teeth broke through, but ALAS, there was NO RELIEF, for three additional teeth had budded in the meantime.  So yeah — five teeth coming in at once.  Farewell, long stretches of sleep at night – hello, baby who wakes up every 20 minutes crying in pain.

That being said, we went to St. Thomas a few weeks ago, and the flights could not have gone more smoothly.  I was afraid that the pressure changes would hurt her sinuses and her little gums, but she was a trooper!  I should have known that any child of mine would enjoy being up in the air.  🙂  I am *very* thankful that she traveled so well.

She charmed everyone we met on our vacation.  After all, who can resist such a lovely smile?

Maggie’s a baby on the go these days.  She’s not crawling yet, but she’s soooooooooooo close.  And lack of crawling hasn’t exactly kept her from moving around – she can skootch, wiggle and roll her way across the floor.  I’ve discovered just how quickly she can move the hard way one day, when I turned my back for a second while putting away her clothes.  She wiggled across her room, grabbed the cord to the clock radio, and yanked it down off of her dresser right onto her head.

Ohhh, there was much Mommy guilt that day!

She’s also working hard to stand up.  There have been some bumps and bruises as she figures out how exactly to stay upright, but the rewards are so great — after all, she could never have played at her table before this!

Still, eight months hasn’t been entirely difficult.  There’s definitely a lot of joy in seeing my precious girl get bigger, stronger, and more confident every day — even if I get a little twinge now and again at realizing how quickly this first year is going by!  Before I know it, we will be planning her first birthday party.  I can. not.  believe it.