she is 8 weeks old today…8 weeks. It feels like just moments have passed since she was born and yet i spoke to a friend who is 8 weeks from her due date and lamenting that it seems 'such' a long time. All about perception….
She should be having her first set of immunisations this week but wont be due to an apparent shortage of health visitors. Its kind of a good thing because she is still poorly and rattling around a cold in her upper airway that makes her snoring at night so much worse and makes me exist on tiny micro sleeps because I am sub consciously so aware of her breathing.
She is all smiles now, she has figured out, i think, who these smallish people are in the house and watches them a lot. Sometimes with a big smile and sometimes with what looks like a bit of confusion.
She seems to still have that 'monkey falling from a branch' thing going on. When babies arms fly out, kind of like they would if they were falling backwards. She does that a lot.
She seems to love the baby bjorn still. I tried her facing outwards the other day and she would have none of it. Likes to snuggle in thanks very much.
She isnt a big fan of being away from a warm body at the moment. Can't say i blame her.
She is still not looking much different to when she was born. Chubbier but essentially she is keeping the blue eyes (at the moment) and keeping her lovely mohawk hair.
Sometimes I just pick her up and squeeze her…oh..how i love the bones of her…
Still calling her Matilda, but Tilly is creeping in at times…
Still find myself amazed by the fact that I have four children, when im walking home from school and all three of the big ones are running off in front of me caught up in some wild racing game or singing made up songs to make each other laugh, the love i feel for them almost makes me catch my breath.
🙂