Mikayla Grace at 2 Months

Our sweetheart at two months, outgrowing her little bear and wearing the sweater that Great-Grandma Pearce knitted for her:



Let's see if I can recall all the many things you have accomplished in the most recent month of your life! You are now holding your head up quite well, steady for several seconds before head-butting me in the shoulder. You look around, make eye contact with us, and follow with your eyes when we walk away. You usually turn your head when you hear our voices, but it sometimes takes a few seconds if you are looking at something really interesting (like our ceiling fan!). When we put you down on your belly, you often immediately push yourself up with your arms. We like to say that you can probably do more pushups than both your parents put together! Also, when we put you in your crib on your belly, you quickly and easily rotate until you are completely sideways. But only to the left; dadda says you are not an ambi-turner yet.

You eat like a champ, as evidenced by your consistent, chart-topping weight gain. I just moved you up to the small diaper covers today, as the x-small were getting tight - so no surprise when they weighed you at the doctor's office and said you are 12 lb 9 oz! That's the 90th percentile. Your length is 24 1/2 inches, which doesn't even get a percentile but is referred to as "high". Your head remains dainty at about 15 3/4 inches, the 80th percentile. The doctor says your height could still slow down, and we will know at 15-18 months whether you are really cut out to be tall like a Pearce or average like....well, me.

In other cuteness, you have found your fist and love to suck on it when your Nuk falls out. This is a great relief to your dadda and I, who have made endless, countless, numerous trips back and forth to your room to replace your Nuk when you're trying to fall asleep. Praise the Lord for this development! You are sleeping well through the night for a good 6-7 hours, waking around 6 or 7 to eat, depending on when you went to bed. We recently started a bedtime routine of nursing, praying, and singing with you. When I pray with you, I often get tears in my eyes because the moment is so precious. We prayed together for the people of Japan after the massive earthquake, and I cried then, too. I think we will add some reading soon to the bedtime routine, since you have so many wonderful books to get started on! The doctor said it is important for us to read to you even now. I wonder which book will be your favorite?

You have grown more accustomed to diaper changes and are often quite content while I change you. We have a silly little song that I sometimes sing while I am snapping up your clothes. I hope you find it amusing when you can understand it! Bathtime is hit or miss; you have had content baths, and others where you screamed the whole time. However. I recently discovered that you hide spit-up behind your ears (gross!!) and today at the doctor's office, I found more in your arm pits (embarrassing!). If you're going to be so yucky, than I am going to have to step up the bathing game.

It is so fun to watch you discover the world. Your eyes are so busy, and I can just see the wheels turning in your head as you soak up all the visual information you can. You are also getting more snuggly. My favorite time is getting you up in the morning, when you are not quite awake. You snuggle into my shoulder as you start to wiggle. Then, when we sit down to nurse, you stretch your whole body, arms up, and scrunch your face as you wake up. Then you are ready to chow down! Sometimes you eat for a few minutes with your eyes closed before you stretch and wake up. And when you are full, you stop nursing with a huge smile on your face, looking up at me with (I'm sure) great gratitude.

One last thing I'll blog about: you got some of your first vaccines today! We did cave in on the Hep B vaccine at your one-month visit, but today I went armed with information and a request to spread your vaccines out a little bit. I talked with the doctor about our concerns with the aluminum content of infant vaccines, and she was surprised - apparently I was the first momma to raise this concern to her. But we have read that the FDA has guidelines for how much aluminum adults should not exceed in vaccines and IV's (an amount per blood volume), and the amount that infants often get in their rounds of vaccines is many times that limit (for their tiny blood volume). There is no FDA stance on aluminum in infant vaccines. So we requested to get DTaP and Rotovirus vaccines today, and the doctor talked me into the HIB as well to protect against meningitis, since that one has no aluminum. She promised to research the topic of aluminum in infants to see if anything has come out since wht we read.

I am curious to know if any readers out there are familiar with this issue? Basically, infants easily get enough aluminum to reach toxic levels, but nobody has researched whether that's actually harmful or not. It might be fine. But we just don't know. And unfortunately, research on prenatal and infant medical interventions often comes long after the treatments have been used for many years. The book we read blames Big Pharma, since policy often follows the money. Either way, we are interested to know if any research has been done on this issue to determine whether the aluminum is safe or of concern. We're lucky to have a pediatrician who is open to spacing the vaccines and wants to learn more about the issue herself.

Well, if I can sum up a month of your life in one blog post, I think I've just done so. It seems there is a new milestone every time we turn around, from smiles to eye contact to developing muscle strength. We can't wait for the next thing, and to get to know you as your personality continues to emerge! We love you so much, little girl. Thank God that you continue to be healthy and happy - may it always be so.

SDG!

CIO Success!

Apparently there is mommy lingo to learn, the most poignant of which is currently "CIO", or "cry it out". I am pleased, nay, ecstatic to report that Mikayla just "CIO" for the first time this morning. I thought I'd try it for a nap before endeavoring a CIO bedtime, in case the experience turned out to be particularly harrowing. And guess what?? She CIO for about six minutes, in near hysterics, and then became totally silent. If it were not for my video baby monitor, I would have been concerned that she had suddenly cried herself to death. Literally. Not funny. The places my mind goes are not always pretty, as any longtime blog reader knows.

So after the six minutes and then a few minutes of silence, she whimpered softly a couple of times and then was OUT. The whole process took under 15 minutes!

I may or may not have required duct tape and Xanax to keep myself out of her room while she CIO.

But the end result is that I feel sooooo liberated from the tyranny of the nuk wars!! I am a CIO momma!! Praise the Lord!

What? You think I'm overusing my new acronym? Too bad, why don't you go CIO...

SDG!

Memories of a Momma

Life is going by so quickly these days. She is already seven weeks old, nearly two months, and while one day blurs into the next and I feel like everything is the same over and over again, I know that she is changing and growing with each passing moment. So, during one of these short pauses called "naps", I sit down to reflect on all that has been happening. Some things, some moments, stand out in my memory. Things I don't want to forget, ever:

The faces she makes during the morning feeding, as she's waking up slowly for the day. She scrunches her face, pulling away for a massive full-body stretch, only to realize she's no longer eating and immediately head-butt her food source.

Her wide-eyed, open-mouthed, entire-face smiles.

The man-sized toots and burps that come out of her little girl's body. And not just any man, they are dadda-sized!

"Nuk wars": When she spits her Nuk out about .05 seconds before she's asleep, waking herself up and sending herself into grunt-whimper-wail; it's the exhausted drawing of straws to help her find it, so that she can fall asleep. "I've got the next one if you go this time," hoping of course that there won't be a next one.

The time she was searching for her Nuk in the crib, rooting around feverishly with her mouth and exerting so much effort that she massively tooted at the same time. It happens to the best of us, honey.

The feeling I got when she first made eye contact while nursing. Ditto her first mid-feeding smile. Like I was the hero of the world...or at least of hers.

The way her little tush wiggles around in the air while she's falling asleep or waking up on her belly.

The way her face lights up when dadda talks to her after a long day with just momma.

The first time she tracked me with her eyes, long enough to watch me leave the room, resulting in actual fussing because she missed me.

The time she was eating peacefully and completely startled herself by giving a particularly loud suck. Full-body startle reflex included. She never even opened her eyes.

The particularly messy diaper changes, which we affectionately refer to by the number of wipes they require, i.e. "that was a four-wiper!"

How she loves to have her little fists up in the air, whether she's sleeping or hanging out, and when she flings them up when she's startled, we pretend she's saying "Glory to God!"

The enjoyment of watching her discover every little thing about this great big world. Things that we grown-ups take for granted, but which are truly amazing - like how we can move our hands around and kick our feet because of our muscles and brains, and drop things on the floor because of gravity.

The gradual emergence of her little (big?) personality - strong-willed and vocal, knowing what she wants and when she wants it. She's her momma's daughter, and will give us a run for our money when she turns 14.

The moments we share when I tell her that I love her soooo much. And when I tell her that reason I love her is not because she's beautiful, smart, or talented, but because God made her and gave her to me. I'm certain she understands, even when she gazes up at me with crossed eyes.


The sweetness of her dadda holding her and cuddling her, oohing and aahing over every blink and twitch and grunt. And the cuteness of his "baby voice" as he talks to her in "her language".


The moments are like grains of sand slipping through my fingers. The more tightly I close my hands around them, the fewer I hold onto. Already I have difficulty remembering the sweet feeling of her snuggling and sleeping on my chest those first few weeks. So I awake each day with open hands for the sand to flow over, watching the grains rush by and hoping that a few will be left in the cracks of my fingers for me to admire again, and remember. Or at least that the great growing, gathering of sand will be beautiful when I reach the end and look back.

And with that, this brief pause in the rush comes to an end because she is waking yet again...