It seems that days with our Waverly Maye keep getting better and better.  Now that all three of us are starting to figure this whole new way of life out, there seems to be less crying around the Brickner house (mom included … even though it was only a couple of times when our sweet baby girl seemed to be inconsolable).  Waverly is starting to get to know us better, adapt to some sort of a routine, and in general, is more alert and is starting to get a little personality.  And perhaps even more importantly, my husband and I are becoming more confident as parents and in our ability to comfort and soothe our baby girl.
 
 
And even though my pediatrician informed me that the first smiles from our newborn are most likely gas, I can’t help but melt everytime Miss Waverly smiles and bats those big blue eyes.  She has been smiling in her sleep practically since she came out of my belly, but for the past week or so, has been giving us those looks wide awake.  My mother-in-law informed me that my husband did the same, so perhaps it is genetic?  Whatever the case, I can’t get enough of it and it brings a smile to my own face each & every time.  Love that Waverly Maye.
 
 
Waverly Smiling @ One Month.




Age:  One Month

Height:  20 Inches (Apparently either she shrunk since birth, or more likely, she was such a wiggle worm when they measured her they were off by an inch because at her two week appt., she was down to 19 inches!)

Weight:  8 pounds & 2 ounces

Milestones:  Waverly is becoming more alert by the day!  She can now look straight into your eyes (I love it!) and look at the toys above her swing.  She even smiles multiple times a day now, especially after she eats and is being held!  I know I am biased, but she can hold her head up amazingly well for a newborn. 🙂

Sleep:  We have adjusted into a solid routine at night and I am so proud of how far she has come.  She goes to bed in her bassinet by 8:30 each night and can normally sleep in about 4 hour stretches (which is a long time from where we started at!).  When she wakes up, she doesn’t even cry and just makes her famous little grunting noises from her bassinet.  Either Daddy or I will pick her up, change her diaper, and then I will feed her in the pink recliner in her nursery.   After feeding & burping her, I bring her back to Dad to swaddle her and put her back down to sleep with the sleep sheep playing in the bassinet.

Eating:  Waverly is such a good eater and LOVES to eat as many times as she can.  She has signature moves when hungry that we have already come to know well – shaking her head back & forth and pushing her little head to your chest.  She had no problem learning to breastfeed and is already a pro!  Her favorite time to eat (lots) is at night right before she goes to bed.  Even though breastfeeding is definitely time-consuming and an adjustment, I love that time that we share together.

Favorite Moments:  There have already too many to list.  Waverly has been LOTS of places for being a newborn.  We try to get out of the house at least once a day and although she still doesn’t like her car seat, as soon as we start driving she generally quiets down and enjoys our trips out (especially to the mall!).  I love to see her beautiful blue eyes wide awake in the morning and at night right before I feed her.  Without a doubt, her favorite time of the day is bath time and I can’t get enough of watching her Daddy bathe her and how happy she is.

Worst Moments:  The worst moment would definitely be Mommy’s fault and has nothing to do with anything cause by Miss Waverly.  As previously blogged, I (stupidly) locked my baby girl in the car.  Thankfully, we were able to get her out within minutes and cuddled our baby girl all afternoon.

Extra Comments:   Waverly’s debut has certainly changed our world completely, and we wouldn’t change it for anything.  It is harder than I expected it would be, but also definitely the best thing I have ever done.  I can’t stop looking at her and how perfect she is, and am so appreciative of her coming into our lives.  I truly can’t imagine life without her.

Throughout my entire pregnancy and since I had Waverly, I can’t even begin to count the number of times that I have been told to “cherish each moment because they grow every day.”  And although it is hard for me to tell when gazing at my little beauty (which I do many hours of each day), I am certain that Waverly Maye is growing rather quickly just as I was told … and it isn’t only because the scale indicated it at our two week appointment.
I admittedly have spent any free time I have had over the past few weeks reading just about any newborn information I can get my hands on.  Whether it is baby blogs, message boards, or one of the several infant books I purchased at Barnes & Noble, I can’t seem to get enough advice on what is going on with my baby girl.  So although I certainly hadn’t heard of the “three week growth spurt” before giving birth to Waverly, all signs seem to point to this milestone over the past couple of days.   
Our baby girl has always been a good eater – such a good one that I truly can’t think of a time when she has turned her head to the breast.  But since the end of last week, she has pretty much wanted to live on it.  It seems as though just as I finish feeding, burping, and changing Miss Waverly Maye, she is ready to head back to my chest.  I seriously have started to feel like a dairy farm, one that is constantly open for business and will service ANYWHERE, including the parking lot at TJ Maxx or the backyard of a friend’s housewarming party. 
But I shouldn’t complain, as I do realize that this is the kind of problem that you want to have.  I would rather her treat my breasts as a all-you-can-eat buffet than not want to eat at all.  And I must admit that the feeling of her really needing me (sorry honey, but more than anyone else, at least right now) is a really good one.
Waverly Maye @ 3 Weeks In a Short Break Between Feedings …
Her cheeks her getting full. 🙂
  

Even though I don’t feel “old”, I certainly am reminded at how fast time has gone when my students laugh at my recollection of having a pager rather than a cell phone when I was in high school.  In fact, they don’t even know what a pager is.  It is pretty unbelievable to me that I grew up in a world without social media/google/iphones, as I can’t imagine my life without all three now.  (On a side note, my iphone has been my lifesaver during my late-night feeding sessions.)  So to the point, I must admit that I am rather addicted to my phone, partly so that I can visit sites such as Facebook, BabyCenter Message Boards, and my new obsession, Pinterest.
Pinterest has so many ideas that it can become rather overwhelming.  So overwhelming, actually, that I am thankful that I didn’t discover it until after my wedding – or I would have had a major panic attack over all of the ideas it comes with.  And now that I am on to MAJOR baby brain, I have spent endless hours searching baby photographs, clothes, and creative ideas on the website.  One of my favorite ideas was to track baby’s growth & progress over each month during their first year of life.  So naturally, this is the perfect place to do it.  The plan is to include a picture and brief description of baby Waverly each month until she is one year old … and then she can look back on it one day.  Here is her first report, written by her mom all for her …

Waverly Maye @ 0 Months
There are so many people who love you so much already and have been to visit you during your first month of life- you are one lucky little girl.  Everyone comments on how pretty you are … they love your chubby cheeks, full lips, button nose, and of course, Mommy’s favorite is your red hair.  You can be so sweet with your big blue eyes, and have also shown your big personality with those high-pitched screams.  Your favorite time of the day is definitely bath time with Daddy, and always enjoy breastfeeding with Mom as much as you can.  You don’t like to put your clothes on, although Mommy is hoping that changes soon because she knows you are a true fashionista at heart (you showed us with how content you were during your first trip to the mall.)  You are so strong and can already hold your head up.  We love when you smile during your sleep and shake your head back and forth when you are extra hungry.  We just love YOU so much & can’t get enough.


 

I must admit that there are only two reasons why I am sharing this experience on my blog, and they include:
A – My pediatrician, who I happen to (already) really like & respect, informed me that the best way to emotionally handle what happened was to drink a glass of wine … check … and to write it down to share with Waverly one day.
B – I have had two (uneventful) days since my “mistake.”  And now that I realize that I can overcome what happened and more specifically, can successfully leave my house with my baby girl – I am more able to talk about it.  So here goes …
My husband returned to work last week, and since being cleared to carry the car seat on my own, I have been slowly getting used to leaving the house with just Waverly and me.  I had previously packed the diaper bag and fastened my baby girl into her car seat at the end of last week, but after realizing what a large task leaving the house had become, I picked up my mom to assist in the endeavor.  But this past Monday, I was determined to take Waverly out on my own.  All didn’t go as planned …
SIDE NOTE – Waverly does NOT like her beautiful hot pink & black floral print car seat, even though it is complete with a pink elephant toy hanging from the top.  I am SURE that one day soon she will realize how lovely it is, but at this point, she cries rather loudly every time we set her in it.
So this past Monday, I walked out the front door with Waverly (crying) in her pink car seat, my Petunia Picklebottom diaper bag, and three bags with baby items to return that day.  I secured the car seat in the back seat, like my husband taught me to, set the bags down, and APPARENTLY dropped my keys in the back because moments later I realized that I had locked my sweet girl in my steamy Mazda 3.  Of course (as I would in a smoldering vehicle), she continued to scream louder & louder, and I followed suit.  Thankfully, my husband was at his work with spare keys only 10 minutes away … but as you could imagine, those 10 minutes felt more like 10 hours.  When we finally were able to rescue Waverly from the back seat and her mom’s stupidity, she was sweating and certainly upset.  We rushed her to our pediatrician, and luckily, other than a fever that quickly subsided, our daughter was back to eating normally and acting herself. 
I am thankful that (as scary as the experience was), it ended up rather uneventfully.  But that didn’t change how bad I felt for making such a stupid move before she even turned three weeks old.  The good news, however, is that I have learned my lesson and have left the house twice since, and both times have had a death grip on my keys before even thinking of closing the back seat that holds my baby girl.  And just in case of emergency (because obviously we have them), we also have a hide-a-key under that white Mazda 3.