Dear Josie,
Today you are one month old. You came home from the hospital 4 weeks ago today, and you and I moved upstairs from sleeping on the couch the day before yesterday. (It isn't that we dislike being near This Mommy or your big brother Noah -- at first I was recovering from the c-section, and then we were painting upstairs.)
So far, you are a mostly wonderful baby. Developmentally, you've mostly unfolded from the tiny little fetal position you preferred in the first couple of weeks. You open your eyes and look around quite about when you're awake. You have the strongest neck I've ever seen on a newborn, and I love to carry you such that while you lift your head to look over my shoulder, I can whisper in your ear about what a strong, healthy girl you are. You also make lots of very funny noises, including seemingly random squeaks and gurgles.
You passionately dislike both waking up and going to sleep. Both of those transitions are usually accompanied by cries and drama. This Mommy thinks you love music and hate having clothes on that cover your feet. I think she might be right about the music, but I think you don't mind wearing clothes, you just don't like the process of getting dressed or undressed.
Unless you're asleep, you seem to hate your car seat.
Noah loves to tell us what you want. We can't wait to find out if he's got a good read of your desires or not. So far, we think he might be on track when he suggests that you want to eat or to cuddle, but maybe not so much when he tells us that you want to play with his fishing rod or to play baseball. But he loves you very very much -- that part is completely clear to everyone who sees the two of you together.
Although you have no idea what this means right now, your mommies will be putting our house on the market tomorrow. It's been a crazy, chaotic month in our family, full of crazy debates about what diapers and diaper containers are least smelly, and the frantic cleaning of the house. But the up side of this drama is that we hope you will never even remember living far away from your Milwaukee grandparents.
We love you, Josie. And we are so glad you've been in our family for a month already.
love,
That Mommy
I think that last post might be worrying you.
And I\'m not saying there is no cause to be worried, but on the whole, my family and I are doing ok. Some days are hard, some days are really hard, and some days are fine.
Today Yesterday was fine.
The car issue turned out to be just a completely dead battery. Jill replaced it, but she didn\'t realize that there was an insulator thing on the battery itself, so we were convinced it was something more serious. Fortunately, the car repair shop caught it, and the full cost, including towing, of fixing my car was...$107.
The house has been full of pre-selling-it handypeople who have fixed every little ding and nick. It looks amazing. I\'m so glad they are done, because I miss having privacy.
We met with the real estate agent today yesterday and outlined our final list of stuff that needs to get done before we put it on the market. The list seems manageable. They were amazed by everything we\'ve already gotten done. (And by we, I mean Jill and a team of paid professionals.)
We also went over comps in the neighborhood and city, a timeline, our goals and priorities for selling the house, set a price, and signed a contract. Whoo-whoo!
And in other good news, since Josie has become a championship eater -- gaining not the needed 1 oz/day to keep the pediatrician from freaking out, but almost 2 oz/day to reach an even 8 lbs at 13 days old -- I have lost 18.5 of the 30 lbs I gained this pregnancy. (Yeah, there was a 4 lb surge the last week. Thank you Publix Chocolate Trinity ice cream.)
Hopefully the reason it won't start or in any other way react to the electrical system is because of a dud battery.
Right now, it's a giant paperweight occupying space in the driveway.
Ugh.
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