I have: given more kisses than I ever thought possible; watched my sleeping baby more hours than I myself have slept; pumped over 500 ounces of breast milk; had my heart broken several times a day (each time my little darling cried); changed over 250 dirty diapers; asked "Dr. Google" (and our pediatrician but he's not necessarily available at 3 a.m.) more questions than I even care to admit (I kind of wish I had kept a record of everything I typed in so I could look back and laugh); questioned every single decision I made; prayed to Jesus at least a hundred times a day; run on less sleep than I did in college; relied heavily on the most incredible, loving, generous and heaven-sent family and friends who kept our fridge stocked and hearts full with their dinners, visits, phone calls, text messages, emails, and Facebook messages; taken a blood pressure medication once daily to get my blood pressure back to normal; wondered how 2.5 people can produce so much laundry; marveled at how people can look at a beautiful newborn baby and not believe in God; sported spit-up on my outfits daily; and last but not least, I have experienced a brand new kind of love. A love that is unexplainable to anyone who has never experienced it. A love so different than the love you have for a spouse, a friend, or any other relative. A love so powerful that it takes my breath away. The love a mother has for her baby. My baby. My already one month old. Cue the tears.
Photo Credit: Heart Photography
Leighton Has: Grown an entire inch longer (now 19 inches); weighed in at 6 lbs 15 ounces (her birth weight was 5 lbs 3 ounces) meaning she is growing about an ounce a day which is the most an infant can grow; and her head is now 14 inches around (12 inches at birth). Dr. M says her eyes will most likely stay blue like her mommy and grandfather. I think all of my daddy's girls (daughters and granddaughters alike) got his eyes. I love that Leighton is no exception. Her Dr. also said that her ears, mouth, eyes and gag reflex all look great. My brave, strong girl didn't even cry when they re-did her heel stick! The nurse was amazed and I am hopeful that she won't develop a needle phobia like me. She has hit all the "one month milestones:" lifting her head while lying on tummy, responding to sound, stares at faces, follows objects with her eyes briefly, knows mommy's voice, and thanks to mommy's ingenious nursery decorating skills (just kidding, kind of) she can distinguish black and white patterns. She seems to be growing and developing just fine. It was so nice to hear her Dr. tell me I must be doing things just right. I was the most worried as to if she was getting enough to eat (I am sure I am not the first mother to stress about this) but apparently she is getting exactly what she needs. Happy One Month baby girl! You are such a good baby and you bring us so much joy!
My Sweet One Month Old
