So, uh yeah, it's been awhile hasn't it? I think it goes without explaining that I've been very busy with an important little someone who likes to be held every waking hour (I'm currently typing this one-handed!), but on those rare occasions that she does nap I've been trying to keep up with housework and entertaining company and decorating for the holidays and, oh yeah, hosting Thanksgiving for our immediate families. (I really wanted to host the first big holiday in our new home and I'm glad I did, but boy, did it wear me out!)
As of yesterday, it's been seven whole weeks since Isla's joined our family and I can honestly say I've enjoyed almost every different little moment. Those moments I haven't enjoyed? Well, there was the trifecta of infant skin conditions that Isla had (still has?) that cropped up around week five. I'm not kidding folks; my poor girl had a triple whammy of infant acne, eczema and cradle cap otherwise known as seborrhea. We've been following a regimen of Cetaphil (yes, that same gentle cleanser you use on your face) and hydrocortisone and to my surprise, that's actually seemed to have worked. Her face and scalp look a thousand times better and don't seem to be causing her any distress. As our pediatrician told us, it's usually more upsetting for the parent to see their baby's perfect soft skin seemingly turn into a 13 year old's pimply, scaly skin overnight!
Isla's also been fighting her very first cold since last Friday. It's been so hard to watch my baby girl with a runny nose and cough. Snot has always grossed me out (even more so than poop and other nasty things that come out of your body!), but I've now become a pro with the snot suction bulb. Snot, schmot; I can handle it! I just hate to see her sniffle and not even be able to blow her nose! Some of our family members were on the tail ends of colds, so I think that's where she managed to pick it up. Jon came down with it the very same day, so I had two sickos to take care of!
Another thing that's been difficult for me is giving up breastfeeding between weeks five and six. I had planned to wean her at week six anyway in preparation for me returning to work at week eight (sadly, next week!) but my milk pretty much ran dry. We've been supplementing from the beginning anyway because I've just never produced enough to satisfy our big girl, but it was still hard to give it up completely. I'd really grown to enjoy our special feeding time together and she had such the perfect latch, and it was really just sad for it to end. Of course I have the mommy guilt of "could I have worked harder to produce more?", but I'm happy to at least know that I gave her a good, solid foundation of breast milk.
And then there's been the dreaded C word, ah yes, the colic. That's been harder than anything else, because there's nothing we can do to soothe her sometimes. Clean diaper, full belly, comfy clothes, none of it matters. Her little body will go stiff and she'll be completely inconsolable. It could also be the gas and reflux issues that she's had since early on working against us, who knows? It just makes you feel helpless. There's not much else I can say about that though; it is what it is.
All of those difficult to deal with things though? They are a drop in the bucket compared to how happy she makes me. She is so purely awesome and watching her grow and learn new things (like smiling!), while bittersweet, is so incredible. People say that she's starting to look more like me and I just love that! A little mini-me! She seems to be taking after Jon in size though...she was 10 pounds, 2 ounces at her six week check up and in the 97th percentile for length! Such a big girl! She has truly made this Thanksgiving and Christmas all the more special.
On Isla's one month birthday (one of the only pictures of us together since the hospital!)
Isla This Morning