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Just Because I Love You

Some days being a Mom is tough. I can’t say I always relish having to get up at 5:00 in the morning after only a few hours of interrupted sleep. But that’s really as bad as it gets, a few less hours of sleep. That’s my “big complaint.” I’ve been sitting here for 20 minutes thinking about all the things that make being your Momma hard, and that’s what I came up with. Less sleep. That’s it.

You have changed my life in a thousand ways. Nine hundred and ninety of those ways are good. The other 10 are just different. There is nothing I hate about my new life as a Mom and a thousand things I love.

Do I tell you enough how much I love you, how much you have changed my life for the better, what an amazing little person you are?

Some days being a Mom is exceptionally amazing. Today has been one of those days.

I have loved you from the first day when you were a tiny little lump of wailing, helpless flesh – still only unactutated possibilities, a complete mystery. I don’t know how it’s possible for a love so intense at its conception to keep growing, but it does.

I will never be able to convey with any real degree of success what it feels like to hear you make your happy-to-see-me noises when I first peek my head over the railing of your crib in the morning, to see that heart-melting grin and your legs thumping on the mattress in excitement and anticipation of my arms. Or what it’s like to feel your baby hands grab my face while you stare into my eyes. Or what it’s like to lay you in between Daddy and I in bed and just cuddle away a morning. Or the joy is gives me to airplane those spoonfuls of baby mush into that gaping, baby bird mouth. Or the utter fascination and pride of watching you discover some new thing or ability. Or, Good Lord, how your laugh makes my heart nearly burst out of my chest EVERY TIME I hear it. Or even what it’s like to hear you cry when I know it’s my squeezes you want.

You are so much more, so much better, so far beyond my wildest expectations or my daringest dream. You are my world. I am overwhelmed today by the depth of it, by the intensity. I can’t soak it up enough. I can’t make it slow down. I can’t believe my cheeks don’t constantly hurt from the ridiculous number of smiles my face produces every day in response to your unbelievable cuteness!

I am truly overwhelmed by the blessing of having you as my daughter, by reflection on all the memories the past 7 months have made us and by the anticipation of a million more experiences, memories, and smiles to come.

It’s not enough, it’s not strong enough a phrase, but “I love you” will have to do until I get to peek over that crib railing once again and begin a new day of loving you with a couple hundred more squeezes and a giggle ready for whatever new faces you decide to show me tomorrow.

Haha… My silly, sweet, beautiful baby.

Big Day – Walker!

 As you’ll undoubtably hear more about in your 7-month post, you are changing very rapidly these days. I can hardly keep up. I’m having to re-figure out how to keep you happy. I’ve been attempting to put you in your walker for about a month. You have cried – literally wailed – every time I have attempted to put you in it. As soon as your buns hit the fabric of that suspended seat, you throw your arms up in the air, quiver your lip, look at me frantically, and then come the tears.

I’ve tried to put you in it maybe 6 or 7 times, always with the same result. I have no idea why. You’re a little silly like that.

Today I tried again, and *wahlah*! Success. It’s the first time you’ve hung out in that walker for more than a few seconds (since I have to rescue you when you wail like that). You lasted a whole 15 minutes! And you seemed to actually enjoy it. Good job, baby!

Look at that concentration.  All those new things to grab! (Although you seem a bit frustrated that you can’t manage to get any of those anchored goodies in your mouth.)

Later, I was able to put you in it and bring the whole thing in the bathroom so I could take a shower. I had to finish up with the curtain open, but you almost made it through a whole shower. And you didn’t cry, you just fussed for the last 2 or 3 minutes. I was able to stave off tears by singing to you and making funny faces while I quickly lathered and rinsed.

Your feet still don’t touch the ground and we can’t figure out how to adjust the darn thing. We don’t think it is adjustable… which is weird. Not all babies are 20 pounds before they’re ready to scoot around on their own. I have a feeling you’ll be walking without help by the time your tooters (i.e. “toes” – the oo sounds like the oo in good, it’s Granny’s word but I love it and have adopted it) touch the floor.

But at least you’re beginning to let me set you down for a few minutes at a time. Momma is so proud of you! Love ya, baby.

Fourth FIRSTS of 2010 | Dela's Scrapbook - […] June 17, 2010 First time you PLAYED IN THE WALKER, on your own, without crying! Your toes don’t touch the ground yet. See previous post. […]

Special Report– Visits From Daddy’s Family!

We’ve had a lot of visitors in the last month, so here’s a little walk down memory lane for the books. First we had your Aunt Steph and Uncle Robbie for a few days. It’s the first time you’re Aunt Steph has met you in person, but not for lack of wanting. She’s been counting the minutes since you were born. Since your birth, your Auntie Steph has given you some of your (and Momma’s) favorite things, including the binkies you still use to this day (ASIDE: I recently tried to upgrade your binkies to the 6month+ variety and discovered that you gag on them so we’ll stick with the little ones for a while longer), your floor gym (which has been an incredible, incredible life-saver and has grown with you since you were about a month old), your swing (which saved my life when you were a newborn, and the diaper genie, just to name a few.

We mostly hung out around the house and spent time letting you get to know them. You took to Aunt Steph right away. I think you can tell how much she loves you. And by the end of the weekend, you even gave Uncle Robbie a couple little smiles.

Just about a week later, your Granny and Grandpa drove all the way from Oroville, WA to pay you a visit. You’ve changed so much since we visited them 2 months ago, they hardly recognized you.

Daddy and Grandpa spent most of the week building you a safe banister for the upstairs. They worked their butts off, but the finished product is beautiful and, more importantly, SAFE. Your Granny watched you, played with you and loved you whenever I needed to help Daddy and Grandpa, and we all took plenty of breaks to join in the Dela Lovin’.

Everyone took turns feeding you food, one of our favorite pastimes. Here’s your Grandpa doing a great job with some prunes. I think we managed to get a significant portion down your throat, though you can’t tell it from your face. Look how much fun you’re having.

You love your Grandpa. You smile at him instantaneously every time he smiles at you or makes funny little clicking noises with his mouth. He adores you. Just like your Granny does. We’re all bummed they live so far away, but are also very grateful that they’re willing to drive all the way down here to spend time with us.

Mima stopped by and ate some chinese take-out with us one night. Yes, your cowgirl hat is my new favorite accessory for you. I’m taking advantage of your current willingness to leave things on your head. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be outgrowing that soon.

 You are one blessed little girl to have two Grandmas who adore you as much as yours do.

Next week Tia Kristy is Visiting! Woohoo! More on that later. Love ya

A Typical Day at 6 Months – Part 2

Hey Baby! Since you had your official 6 Month check up yesterday, I have a few more things to document at this half-year mark. You are “very cute,” “developing well,” and a “petite little girl” in the words of Dr. Bruch (sounds like “brew”), your new pediatrician for the last 3 visits. He was actually the very first Doctor you saw outside the hospital when you were only 4 days old. We like him much better than the other Doctor-who-shall-not-be-named. He is very supportive of all our efforts to stay on top of your vaccinations, even with our crazy custom schedule and he gives very straight-forward answers when I ask him questions. And he treats us like intelligent human being capable of making decisions about your healthcare.

You are moving right along in terms of all your milestones. You have been very textbook in terms of when you meet your developmental markers so I was curious what he thought about you not having rolled over from back to front. He said not to worry that a lot of babies just don’t care to roll that way and that as long as you are able to sit unsupported for a few seconds at a time, you’re right on track. I guess maybe you’re making up for having rolled over front to back 3 or 4 months early by taking your time with back to front.  I also asked about crawling and was informed that some babies don’t ever crawl, they just one day stand up. I have a feeling that might be you. You dislike sitting in general much preferring to be supported on your wobbly little legs. Anyway, you have a couple months to accomplish that one “on time.”

We also discovered that all the food we’ve been feeding you has paid off. You now weigh 14.75 pounds. Even though I was worried you have been eating too much, it turns out that your weight and your height are perfectly proportioned. The same can not be said of your head. You have a noggin on you sweetie. At your 4 month visit, you were in approximately the 34th percentile all around. Now, you’re in the 20th percentile for height and weight and 70th percentile for head size! HAHA. All those brains have to go somewhere I suppose. All those peas and prunes have gone straight to your head. 🙂

We also talked about your sleeping and nursing habits. I’m sorry to inform you that he agrees with me that you don’t need to be eating every 2 hours and waking up every 3 hours at night. Doctor’s orders are to stretch your daytime feeding to at least 3 hours, if not 4, to teach you to eat a full meal in a sitting. He says you’ll learn fast when you get those grumblies in your tummy that you need to polish off your meals to avoid future discomfort. So, we’re going to try a less on-demand approach.

Four to 5 hour stretches are what the Doc claims we should be getting from you at night now. I wish that were true. Oh how nice it would be and how much less racoonish I would look if we could get there! I’m hoping that training you to go longer between feedings during the day will translate into longer sleep stretches at night. The “experts” claim it won’t. But I’m hopeful. You still love to sleep. Getting you to sleep is not the problem. But you’re a snacker. You want to eat all night long. In terms of night weaning, he told us we could start, but also hinted that it might be best to leave things be until 9 months at which point he encouraged no more night feeding. Without my prompting, he advocated a kind of baby-whisperer-like approach of comforting without feeding. I’m going to see if I can make it to the 9 month mark so that I can night wean you without guilt or doubts about whether I’m depriving your aching belly. It’s only another 2 and half months, right? I can do it! Plus you take a binky instead of a feeding about half the time now. It’s been a little more tolerable since I can nudge your father out of bed to and save myself that long walk to your bedroom when it’s a matter of replacing the plug rather than filling the tank.

In terms of what you’re allowed to eat. I think we’ve been a little liberal since you’re gotten many “stage twos” already, but you seem to be coping just fine. You get a combo of homemade and store-bought, mostly organic, baby food. Your favorite food so far seems to be prunes. Bleck. But whatever floats your boat. You reeeally enjoy them.  We’re working on introducing a new food every three days. The exceptions will be meat which you won’t get until at least 8 months and all the possible allergen no-nos like eggs and strawberries until 1 year. You don’t care for tart fruits yet. You will eat them, but it takes effort. You prefer pears, bananas, apples, and veggies like sweat potatoes, yams and peas over things like raspberry (mixed with pear) and peaches. They make you pucker a little bit and you don’t really know what to think about it yet.

And for just for funsies…You seem to be developing a lot of quirks in the last month. Here’s a breakdown of the silly things you do that make me smile and/or scratch my head.

  • You have had a single-side preference for a couple months now, but lately when I put you on the left one you go at it like you’re bobbing for apples. Your preference for right-boob flavor has grown extremely marked. I’m growing concerned that I’m going to end up with a grapefruit and a cantaloupe in response to your focused demand.
  • Of all the bazillions of toys you have, your favorite pastime is sucking on washcloths. You will stay content with a damp rag for days. But you do enjoy other playthings as well. Granny and Grandpa recently got you a classic ring tower. Notice your do-rag and what your shirt says (“I Roll With Jesus” hehe, thanks Aunt Kelly!). You are able to sit resting your weight on your arms for a significant amount of time (until you get irritated and demand to have your position changed since you’re not capable of changing positions on your own yet). Even more impressive, you’re also able to sit with arms free to grab and play for a few second before you get overly-excited and topple over.

  • You require being held A LOT these days. You are no longer content in your baby gym without company unless I can get you in there without you seeing me walk away. We’re working on it. I don’t mind, but I don’t want you to be spoiled. I mean, I know I’m fun to hang out with, but you have to learn to play by yourself sometimes. I’m getting less and less of “me” time every day.
  • You continue to have a fear of clothes going on over your head. You’ve been this way since your first weeks of life. I figured you’d outgrow it eventually, but you still give me the lip almost every time I pull a shirt over your head regardless of how quickly I do it and how many encouraging words I use to get you through it. You just do not like that moment of disappearing from the world.
  • You’re also now afraid of my phone. Every time it rings you give me the lip until I comfort you. That one is just weird. My ringtone hasn’t changed. I’m not sure why the sudden phone fear, but it’s pretty funny.
  • Mima started helping you make “Indian” sounds by tapping her hands on your lips while you’re talking. Since then, you open your mouth at her when she’s around, seemingly waiting for her to do it again. Trouble is, you only sometimes figure out that you’re the one who has to make the sound to get it to work. So cute!

 

And lastly a couple new skills…

  • You raspberried a few months ago once or twice and then you forgot how to do it until a couple days ago. And you are loving the “thhhhh” and “vvvvvv” sounds, made with as much spit as possible of course. No more “mamas” yet, but you’re working on “bbbb.”
  • You are getting good at taking steps, one foot in front of the other, (with someone holding your hands for balance) if we coax you.

  • And one more. We took the insert out of your baby bathtub since you can now sit up *almost* unassisted.  You do very well holding onto the edges of the tub to balance yourself until you get distracted by your washcloth at which point you must grab it and topple over into my waiting arms.

Amanda - What a fun post! Just fyi my right side continues to be quite literally twice as enthusiastic as my left (as measured by my pumping at work), but it is not noticeably different in size. LOVE the do-rag and onesie, gonna have to get me one of those!