This is my feeble attempt to chronicle our lives every few days since my
memory is absolutely dreadful. I get very emotional when I think of a
time I won't be able to remember these wonderful first few years of
Charlotte's life, so here we are.
This is Charlotte at the hospital. Less than 3 months later, I barely remember her being so tiny. I do remember that KY they put in her hair to keep the bow in. The bow fell out after 30 minutes while the KY lasted for at least a week. Changing her clothes was the most traumatic part of every day for me since I was convinced I was going to break her by pulling her onesies over her head, so the first few weeks, she was dressed solely in snap front or zipper front sleepers. Once I ventured to dress her in onesies again, I pulled them up from the bottom. Problem solved!
This is Charlotte today. She will be 12 weeks old on Thursday. The past couple of weeks, she's really become very vocal. She'll yell, talk, coo, etc. She is a morning person and is a very happy baby (until 7 pm rolls around). She's been smiling a lot for the past month.
She's also begun to suck her little thumb (which is a godsend/curse). Last night, she slept all the way through the night for the very first time. She probably would have done this a week ago, but I kept waking her up at 3 am to feed her since I was convinced she would die without eating for a few hours.
In the evenings, Charlotte is especially cranky. Nothing I do will help her sleep but it seems like the second her head hits her dad's chest, she relaxes and finally sleeps. I try not to take it personally. :)
There's my pathetic briefing of our first three months as parents. It has been terrifying and better than I could have imagined.
