1 1/2, 6 1/2, 7.

My little monkey is 7 weeks old today. I can't believe that 7 weeks ago, I became a mother, and my entire world changed. Nothing would be like it was before monkey came into my life. Things I used to be able to do before I had a baby would no longer be able to be done...at least, not in the conventional way of doing things. Running to the grocery store used to take 5 minutes. Now, it takes at least half an hour of prep time, not to mention the 5 minutes of getting monkey loaded into the car. Then we need to unload her from the car, get a cart (not for the groceries, but to put her car seat in...the little monkey is quite the chunker!), and then we can now grocery shop. It can be exhausting!

But so worth it. I wake up every morning, and after the little bout of pouting from the monkey, she shows me how worth it, it all is. She's gotten very good at smiling and cooing at me in the morning. It melts my heart every time she starts making faces up at me. I never knew I could love someone or something so much.

Monkey finally slept through the night last night! Well, as close as through the night as she's ever had. 6 1/2 hours!  I only got 5 hours though, since I was up every half hour, wondering why she was still sleeping! Ahh, the irony. Anthony and I have been waiting what seems like YEARS for her to sleep longer than 2-3 hours at night at a time, and when she finally does, I don't get to enjoy it since I'm awake, worrying about her. Oh well. Theres always tomorrow night.

I finally got a breast pump yesterday. It is hopefully going to allow me (and possibly Anthony) to be away from baby monkey for more than a few hours. Or so I thought. Last night was the first time we introduced a bottle. And baby monkey was NOT having it! We tried two different bottle types, tried warming the milk, tried giving it cold, nothing. I left the house to walk the dog (I read that babies can smell their mothers up to 20 feet away, and that they just know the the mother is there), hoping that would get her to take the bottle. She drank maybe 1 1/2 ounces during the hour long bottle feeding. Totally unlike her. Since it was apparent that she was not going to take a bottle, I resigned to breast feeding her. She acted as if I had starved her! She polished off the remaining milk in me, and promptly fell asleep, either from the milk she had just inhaled, or from the crying from the evil bottle. Ha, maybe thats why she slept so long last night! :)

"I'm not so sure about this daddy..."