One Month

From this:To this:
What a difference a month makes. She doesn't even look like the same baby. And she doesn't do her changing gradually. There have been a couple of days when we have gone to get her up in the morning and been sure that someone had replaced our baby with another one over night.

When Meg was born I bought a notebook, thinking I would write a note to her every day. I wrote the last one on July 13th. I am finding that being with a baby leaves very little time to think about and analyze the experience. I have a pile of items sitting on top of her baby book, but I haven't found the time to put them in. The big video camera still has not been used, because in the moment we have just been using our little cameras, or phones. For someone who makes her living reporting news, I am not doing the best job documenting the biggest event of my life. Hell, it's hard enough to blog something other than cute pictures and the words "wook at dat wittle baybee."

Okay, so here is what I know about our baby after a month... Meg is now at least two pounds and two inches bigger than she was at birth. She has gotten better at eating, and now will suck down a full four ounce bottle in one feeding, rather than taking four one ounce feedings. She is still a champion sleeper, and usually goes between three and five hours before waking at night. When she is up though, she wants to be UP. She wants to look around, and sing songs, and play with her hands and anything else near her face.

She is still pretty serious, staring more intently than wonderingly at things. My Mom says it is too early to tell anything about her personality, but I think she's more of a thoughtful rather than playful girl. The only time I really see her playful side is when my Dad is holding her. Her face softens, and her eyes lock on to his face. He claims he even got a smile once, though my Mom assures him that was just gas, because Meg's first smile is most certainly for her.

I don't really care if Meg's first smile is aimed at me. I think there will be plenty of smiles for everyone. I am sure that there will be plenty of words, and actions, and steps, and moments as well. I am excited to be there for all of them. I am not wishing for time to move any faster though, because it is already going fast enough.

A month. Damn. I should at least figure out where I put her umbilical stump. Just kidding, I know exatctly where it is. I mean, unless Sally ate it...