Wednesday, October 5, 2011

So You Want to Know About Cate- 1 Month

One Month.

Our sweet, yet pretty feisty, baby girl is one month old.

To say that this month has been a whirlwind is an understatement. Maybe it's because we have a toddler who keeps us on our toes and doesn't let us catch our breath. Or maybe it's because it is the second time around so we know some of things to expect. I literally bounce between feeling like she has been here forever to feeling like we just brought her home. Or maybe it is just purely the fatigue has put me in a fog that doesn't allow me to think completely clear about the concept of time.

She is loud.
She is skinny-legged.
She wiggles.
She knows what she wants and demands it instantly.
She snuggles and cudddles
She sleeps like a champion.
She does everything with a purpose...from crying, to wiggling to pooping...the girl does everything at 150%.

I have tried so hard not to compare my kids in these first few weeks. Not to talk about which one did what when but I have to be honest when I say compared to Brady, she is a hard baby. She has given us a run for our money. It doesn't mean we love her less, it just means she needs us more than Brady ever did. And it's hard. It's been hard on my marriage if I am being completely honest. It's hard because I can't leave her to get my haircut or have dinner with my husband.

It is like clockwork. The minute we get Brady in bed, the screaming begins. It wears on you. It digs on you soul usually bringing me to tears. It frustrates the living hell out of me because I am fixer. I want to fix problems and this isn't one I can so far. It's hard to hear your baby cry. We play pass the baby for the couple of hours before we go to bed. We try to soothe her yet nothing seems to work.

It's hard to sit in the pediatrician's office and hear them use the words: fussy, colic, reflux, gastro-intestinal and high needs and not to feel sorry for yourself. And, those are the tip of the iceberg. And I am not even sure I believe any of them define my daughter at this point in time.

So, we will continue to snuggle her. We will continue to love on her and will keep moving forward. She is one month old and I love her more than she will ever know.

Weight- 9 pounds 13 ounces
Length- 22 3/4 inches


  1. Oh momma. Hang in there. She will get better and start to settle down. Babies are so tough on us, on our relationships, our sanity. But you can do this. Big hugs!

    PS. She's a dollbaby.

  2. You know I know this, right? Hang in there. It gets better.

    Love the cute photos!

  3. You can do this! :) It will be all worth it SOONER than later. Promise. She is adorable!

  4. have you tried reflux medication yet? also, try elevating her head at all times. babies who have reflux (actually most babies) don't like to be flat on their backs. my oldest had a severe case of reflux so i am very knowledgeable! :)

    a great book to read is The Baby Whisperer by Tracy Hogg. Saved my life!

  5. What a cutie. Hang in there. I jokingly referred to Landon as a "crank it to 11" baby. He kicked hard. He screamed harder than all the other babies at daycare. He never 'fussed'. He screamed. It was awful. But ya know what, he is a super awesome little boy. Take that enthusiasm for screaming and replace with dancing and giggling.

    Now I know that sounds light years away so for now I recommend a good swing, a good sling, and black and white images. Landon would transfix on simple black and white shapes and soothe immediately. O and a recording of a vacuum cleaner from iTunes. Best 99 cents ever. Hope this helps. Tweet me if you wanna chat.

  6. Oh honey. I'm sorry. She is absolutely beautiful. I hope it gets better!