Up until approximately one week ago today, the only feedings Waverly experienced in her entire six week life were with me. I realize that six weeks is not a long time, but when a baby feeds about every two to three hours 24 hours a day, that is a lot of feedings. And although we definitely had our ups & downs with the entire breastfeeding experience, I really do cherish my time feeding my baby girl and have come to thouroughly enjoy it.
Nevertheless, there obviously had to come a time when Waverly had to be fed by someone other than me, and six weeks was the time period that our pediatrician suggested. SO, it seemed like the perfect time to let daddy take part in this special bonding time, even if just for a few times a week. We had heard a multitude of warnings from others on how hard of a transition it could be, so we were fully prepared for a process that could take up to a week. We planned for Wednesday, and after we got the bottles ready, I mentally prepared for Waverly not to take the bottle since she was so used to me.
Well … no preparations needed. As I waited upstairs (a little sad that she didn’t need me … ) and worried that she wouldn’t take to the bottle, she was sucking down the bottle from my husband downstairs. As I peeked my head into the room they had set up for the “first bottle feeding,” I was not needed at all. They were more than successful. And they haven’t turned back since.
I always knew that my husband would be a good father, even from the time when we were just dating many years ago. But even though we have had the typical marital stresses from a monumental life-change such as a new baby, I have to say that … he is a better dad than I ever could have imagined.
I really don’t like to leave my baby girl, and I haven’t for over two hours at a time (which was on only one occasion) since she was born almost seven weeks ago … but I currently am trying to get my “body after baby” in shape. So, tonight, I left to attend one of my mom’s workout classes and left Waverly Maye with her father. I came home to a happy & clean baby, one who cried when I took her from her daddy’s arms to give her some love from mom. It looks like I have a Daddy’s Girl on my hands …
I am so proud of how hands-on he is with her, and more importantly, how much I can tell that he loves her already. It makes me love him even more.
|Waverly’s Favorite Pose with Her Dad
Our baby girl is quickly growing and hitting milestone after milestone …
And although this certain one is definitely welcomed by all members of our household (including Bogger), I can’t help but want her to slow all this progression down and stay my newborn forever. As I hear approximately 10 times a day … they “grow so quickly.”
Waverly Maye has slept in a 7 hour stretch for the past three nights in a row. Huge step? Absolutely. While I adore her precious face and miss it dearly even at night when she is sleeping across the room, I appreciate a little of the extra shut-eye I have found the past few nights. It is amazing how rejuvenated I can now feel after five hours of sleep, especially since that amount would previously cause me to have a rough day. I am so proud of my big girl, and although I know not to get excited too quickly … as tonight could be a two hour stretch instead … I wouldn’t care. It is all worth it for my baby girl.
|My sleeping beauty.
(During the day, of course. No, those aren’t her PJs).
Just like during my pregnancy, the amount of visits to the doctor have substantially increased with the birth of our Waverly Maye. Last week, my husband and I made our way to our pediatrician’s office for Waverly ‘s third appointment (even though it was our fifth time there, when including the visit on the car fiasco day and the initial interview we had with them).
Similar to our first two appointments, Waverly had to be undressed to her diaper when we first got there in order to weigh her. However, this time, that weight certainly had changed. Our baby girl now weighs 9 lbs. & 8 ounces … A whole 2 pounds more than when she was born. The doctor was more than happy with her weight gain and although she still is at only 21 inches (no surprise) and has a tiny peanut head (love it!), her chunky cheeks & tummy put her in the 70% percentile for weight.
Our pediatrician was also impressed with Waverly’s alertness and obvious social smiles. Overall, our baby girl had a successful appointment and we don’t have to return for another month. The only downside? For one, the shot she had to receive, even though she took it way better than I thought she would (the only reason I know is from what I heard from behind the closed door, as I couldn’t stand to watch my little girl be injected with a needle). And the other? When Waverly peed TWICE on the table … even though she clearly thought it was pretty funny, and that made us smile too. 🙂