I can't believe Edith is one month old already! The last 4 weeks have been a bit of a blur, but we have managed to survive intact. Mostly. The sanity has taken a smidge of a hit, but there's nothing wrong with a little crazy. It spices things up.
I posted two weeks ago about some things we've learned about Edith, and now we've noticed a few more things we can add to the list:
Two weeks ago, Edith strongly protested having her diaper changed but loved the bath. These days you can expect the exact opposite-- she lounges docilely while having her diaper attended to, but acts as though she's being tortured while in the bath. It will flip flop many more times, I'm sure. Yup. Kids are fickle.
Edith has a stronger grip with her left hand than her right. A leftie, perhaps?
Right at the 3 week mark, Edith's reflux really kicked up a bit. Add that to her tendency to be gassy.... well, let's just say feedings have become a bit of a challenge. Gone are the days of gaining a pound in a week. Now we're just focusing on making sure she gains weight at all. I'm working on it with her.
Edith smiled and laughed at her dad this week. The smiles are still few and far between, but they're awfully cute. Her grin is a bit of a wry one, tilting up more on one side than the other. I can't wait until we see it more often.
She is really tracking things well with her eyes now, and interacts a lot more with the people around her. I think she may be in love with the light box in the kitchen.
Edith's nasal cannula is the bane of my existence right now. Trying to keep the thing in is a full-time job. Edith is a smart cookie and has figured out that if she presses her chubby cheek against something she is able to pop it out. I put it in, she pops it out. Repeatedly. Often, the cannula ends up across the bridge of her nose, visor-like, a la Geordi Laforge.
Not that I have a problem with a guy who wears a banana clip hair accessory as glasses, but Edith is waaay cuter. Hands down.
Well, I think so, anyway. Happy one-month, Edith!