The updating here has been sad, I know. June is one week away from being 8 wks old! I can't even believe it. I KNOW it goes fast, but I think this time around is seems more like lightning speed. Maybe also because she's just CHUNKED up. I mean people, we have ROLLS. Neck rolls, diaper rolls, excess skin on her back that is perfect for pinching when she lays down.
Wyatt never had a single roll, ever. Not even a little bit.
The craziest part of it all, is how different the two are. Teeny Wyatt who's been at the bottom of the weight chart his entire life, would nurse for 20 minutes on one side, and would just keep going and going if I let him. And then switch sides. He'd comfort suck, and I quickly had to learn to differentiate unless I wanted to be a human binki. He rarely spit up, ever. Maybe a small handful of times, and mostly in the beginning.
June, well. Again, night and day. If I can get an entire 12 minutes TOTAL, that's a good feeding. Anything after 4 minutes is bonus, really. That's when she pulls off and it's usually minute by minute afterward with multiple stops for burping in between. Burping which takes nothing on my part, all I do is lift her up and she burps and then seconds later comes the spit up. And boy, does it come! Sometimes I think she literally spits up everything she ate. I'm constantly reminding myself that she's clearly getting enough, and not to worry that some nursing sessions stop at 7 or 8 minutes. We're clearly not in a failure to thrive situation.
Here she is at her two week appointment, back up to 7 lbs!
We blessed her in our church earlier than usual, since my sister Kathy was in town from D.C. She was adorable, of course.
The day was beautiful, and afterward we had a billion people over to celebrate, and even more food to devour. By the end of the day we were all exhausted.
Ohmigosh, but I could sit and cuddle her all day long. That's what we did most of July, sit around and let her sleep on us. Savoring every minute.
It's been crazy hot this last month, we're rarely gone outside and even just trips to and from places have left us hot and sweaty. The car is just frying. So often we come in the house and just crash. Like so.
Here's her 1 month photo - we'll be doing this monthly until 12 months. Where was Pinterest when I had Wyatt?!
And thus concludes June's first month. Full of cuddles, sleep, and kisses. Good sleep, actually! She settled into a nice routine of 3 and 4 hours, leaving me one happy and surprisingly rested (or as rested as you can get with a newborn) momma.
*For those that have asked, June is a name we've loved for years, and Mabel is the name of both of our maternal great grandmothers. Fun, huh? As for her nickname, June Bug, Wyatt suddenly decided a week or so before her birth that rather than naming her Ted, he wanted to name her Bug. We thought that was funny and then made the connection when we named her June. He'll correct anyone, her name is June Bug! Or Junie Bug. He even informed me that he'd figured out that her middle name was Bug!