changing my world in just four weeks

April 22, 2009

Day I-don't-even-know-anymore of cow attachment. We've started calling him Moo Cow (as evident in a couple of my previous posts). He goes everywhere with us. We need to go by the florist that did the flowers (where Moo Cow came from) and see if they'll sell us a couple more. Luckily, they are local and not far from work.

Lil Miss is still having night terrors. I can sometime hear cues that tell me they're coming on, but not always. She made that sound again -- this little scream, not a cry - a scream, that is very much a "scared" sound, not a "sad" sound -- at work today and also tonight when Daddy was holding her and seeing if she was going to stay asleep. I hate hate hate hate hate that sound. It breaks my heart and makes me sad. I just want to scoop her up and hold her and never let her go again. God that's a horrible sound.

She's awake a lot more now. That's taking some getting used to. She's actually playing and focusing on things too, which is awesome. She's holding her head up pretty well and getting her neck strength slowly. I even saw her smile tonight when we were playing on the floor. She's doing really well.

Question -- since she was born at 39 weeks instead of 40 weeks, is she still considered premature? All the books say that, for premature babies, you should judge their development in weeks from when they would have been 40 weeks or full term, not from when they were born. Is that true for her? Should I be judging her by 3 week standards or 4 week standards?

Aren't they so cute? I love this picture!

Daddy has the magic touch, it seems. He can always get her to go down, even when Mommy can't. Makes me somewhat jealous. But hey, we knew long ago that she was going to be a Daddy's girl. She never listened to Mommy when she was in the womb, but all it took was Daddy putting his hands on my belly and saying one word to her, and she calmed down and stopped whatever she was doing.

Brat. (c:

Daddy, Lil Miss and Zeus. My whole world in one picture.

I can't believe she's already four weeks old. She'll be a month on Saturday. It doesn't seem like that long, but then again, there are already moments I can't even begin to think what we did when she wasn't here. I was talking to Rae today about something and I was like "it's amazing how much has changed in four weeks". A month ago, I wouldn't have left the house without my Ipod and organizer and a book and my purse. Now it's diapers and wipes and Moo Cow and pacifiers. And I love it. I couldn't be happier.

It's crazy. Seriously, who ever thought I would like carrying a diaper bag more than any of my cute purses?

Definitely a zombie. She's trying to eat my arm!