Yes, it’s true. Our sweet & spunky Waverly Maye turned two months old today. It is hard to believe that two months ago, on a Thursday just like this one, I was in my second day of labor, impatiently waiting to meet my baby girl (I shared the story with her this morning.) We are already more in love with her than we were on that day, and everyday she is reaching new milestones and getting more of a personality. We are so lucky to have such a perfect, beautiful, & fun baby.
As I have learned in my days since becoming a mom, the pediatrician’s office is a place we visit often during the first months of life. So lucky for us, we love ours and don’t mind visiting her at all. EXCEPT when – the appointment involves three shots – one in each leg and another orally. 🙁
I knew that this appointment was coming, but apparently tried to put it out of my head and hope that we could opt out of this one. Apparently that wasn’t the case, so after an excellent report on Waverly’s progress since we visited last, I had to lay my baby girl on the table for her to be stuck.
The good news is that (A) I was strong enough to stand there with her, especially since at her last shot I had to leave the room, (B) She took it better than expected, way better than I did, and only cried for a total of five minutes, and (C) They are over and we don’t have to experience it again until our next appointment at four months.
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