I was actually writing a post about Isaac and his relationship with YouTube, but then I talked to my parents and they wanted to hear more about Laurel. So in honor of her being seven weeks old today, here are some updates. There's no insightful analysis, and I'm not saying it's fascinating reading, but it should please the grandparents.
* Last week Laurel had such a bad rash on the back of her neck that I took her to the doctor. Diagnosis? Garden-variety baby acne. How embarrassing for me. It's almost completely gone by now.
* Laurel also had her first cold last week, but it was incredibly mild. The rest of us had worse colds, in fact.
* As her eyes continue to lighten up from her newborn dark blue, the center is turning kind of yellow. I predict green eyes for this child. According to this cool Web site, Craig and I have a 70% chance of producing a green-eyed child, 30% blue-eyed, and 0% brown-eyed.
* She continues to have a dependable wakeful period at night, hanging out peacefully in the evening, then finally falling asleep for the night around midnight or 1:00 a.m. But then she usually sleeps for four or five hours straight, so it isn't all bad. It would be great, in fact, as long as I didn't have to wake up at 7:00 a.m. with Isaac.
* This morning she was getting sleepy as I carried her around the house, so I set her down in her crib. Then, as I sat and watched, she mumbled quietly to herself until she gradually fell asleep on her own. No rocking, no singing, no nursing, no screaming! I could not believe it was actually happening. I always suspected people were lying when they claimed their baby fell asleep on its own. (Long-time readers of this blog will know that Isaac never did. He would have cried hard when he was set down, worked himself into a state, and never fallen asleep.)
* She still seems like a happy baby. She seldom cries or gets upset, and when she does it's always for a good reason: she has a bubble, for instance, or she's tired, or she wants milk. Once the need is satisfied, she immediately calms down. The thing that angers her the most is the nasal aspirator, and even then she is quick to forgive.
* This morning she directed a few smiles actually at me. Her smiles aren't dependable yet, but they are still amazing to us. She's also increasing the frequency of gurgles, coos, and chortles. So cute!
* She had a well-baby check-up on Tuesday, and she weighed ten pounds, one ounce. The doctor said they like to see babies gain at least a pound in the month between appointments, and she had gained two pounds, ten ounces! (This puts her in the 50th percentile for weight, up from the 25th.) Her length was 23 inches, so she's grown one and three-quarter inches in the same time period. (This puts her in the 80th percentile for height, up from the 50th.)
* I think we've mostly solved the projectile vomiting problem. (It's really more than spit-up, as the milk comes flying out of her nose!) It has only happened four or five times in the last two weeks, anyway. I think it's caused by insufficient burping -- she has kind of a lazy latch when she nurses (which I cannot seem to solve), and she takes in a lot of air. It doesn't seem to hurt her, but it is a big drag.
* For a week straight she only pooped once or twice a day. Apparently most newborns poop every time they eat, so on the surface this reduced schedule might seem like a good thing. However, that once-a-day poop is pretty darn sizable. I'll say no more.
* Did you know that every single long-sleeve shirt available for girls age 0-3 months at T.J. Maxx is pink? We returned a few gifts that were too small, and we thought in exchange we'd get something, say, red. Or orange. Or purple. But nope. I think things will improve when we get into the 3-6 month range. We actually haven't bought any new clothes for Laurel yet. We're doing very well through the generosity of gifts, hand-me-downs, and loaners. It's pretty awesome.
* The other day Isaac was holding Laurel's hand as she nursed. It was just about the cutest thing I'd ever seen.
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This is the kind of post that gives baby blogging a bad name. Could it get any more mundane?
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