Maddie had her two-month baby doctor appointment on Monday. She needed to have two shots. It’s a cliche, and perhaps not true, to say it was harder on me than on her. But, unlike her, I’ll definitely remember it. Wow did she scream! Preston and I are starting to think we can tell the difference between her cries, and I’m not sure I know what the pain cry sounds like. It’s heartbreaking. And the face she makes. You can imagine she’s thinking, “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”
Other than the shots the appointment was fine. She now weighs 9 lbs, 6 oz and measures 23 inches. The length is fine but the weight is a little light given her starting weight of 8 lbs. The doctor wants to re-weigh her next week.
She smiles more and more now and giggles, too. We have one of those floor gym thingies and she really likes it. You can set it to play a song and flash lights when she bats at the toys. She smiles and wiggles her whole body when she gets it to work.
I took my first solo car trip with Maddie today. This probably doesn’t sound like a big deal to you surburban folk, but I don’t drive that often. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I drove the car — it got tough getting behind the wheel when I was hugely pregnant. For the most part I get around by foot or subway. Maddie actually likes the subway quite a bit. I usually take her in the sling, because it’s easier than lugging the stroller up and down the stairs. But in either case she just falls asleep, although sometimes she looks around for awhile.
Anyway, our big car trip took us to Target and Babies R Us and lunch at McDonald’s. Actually, Maddie had her lunch at Babies R Us. Their mother’s room really makes breastfeeding on the go a little easier. Being the smart mommy that I am I changed her first. This was my first public restroom diaper change. Their changing station is a little on the high side for someone petite like me so it was a bit awkward. Then, Maddie decided this would be a good time to pee all over herself. Luckily I had a change of clothes, but Maddie wasn’t happy. She doesn’t like getting naked on her cushy changing table in her warm room. She really didn’t like getting naked on a hard, cold changing station in a cold bathroom. And naked was necessary — she soaked through the onesie and the outer outfit.
Despite this small mishap the overall outing was a success. And, actually, I might say the outing was a success because of the mishap. All the things you worry about happening are much less of a big deal when they actually happen, right?
Way back in September I wrote about how hard it is to sleep when you are pregnant. And I mentioned how unhelpful is was when people would tell me it would be worse when the baby got here. They were right, of course.
Actually, it’s the new BIG question: Is she sleeping through the night? People ask you this from the start, despite the fact that newborns aren’t supposed to sleep through the night. They get hungry and need to be fed. But still they ask. And if you have to say “No.” you feel as if you’ve already failed as a parent. Which makes me suspect that most people just do what I sometimes do. They lie.
I’d also like to point out that our cultural obsession with babies sleeping through the night ignores the fact that adults generally don’t sleep through the night. You wake up to go to the bathroom, get a drink of water, or just because of a bad dream. Babies wake up for all those reasons, too, but they can’t take care of themselves, so they need the adults in their life to help them. By changing a diaper, feeding them, or just rocking them back to sleep. It’s sort of funny that we accept that babies need our undivided love and attention during daylight hours, but not at night. Getting woken up at ungodly hours sure isn’t fun, but it is part of the deal, I think.
Anyway, Maddie is doing well for an 8-week old. She has good nights and less-good-nights. She does sometimes sleep through — from about midnight until 6 or 7. But most times she wakes up at least once to eat, then goes right back to sleep. The biggest challenge is getting her to go to sleep and stay that way. Last night was one of those nights when nothing worked. Preston finally gave up and brought her into bed with us. It took her a bit to settle down and sleep, but she didn’t wake up until after 7:30. So it was a mixed bag — I wish she’d been in her crib, but I’ll take the 6 hours of uninterrupted shut-eye.
Sunday was a big day for little Maddie. We had her naming ceremony. Naming ceremonies are the rough equivalent of a bris for a little girl. Similar prayers and blessings, but no in-home surgery. Madeline’s Hebrew name is Shana Mazal which means “pretty star.” We choose Shana because it was the Hebrew name of Preston’s grandmother, Shirley Nowich. Mazal we chose because the meaning actually connotes fortune or luck (think “lucky star”) and we certainly feel very lucky to have her.
All and all it was a big weekend. She got to meet Zayde Forman, Uncle Craig and Auntie Missy. She also spent a lot of quality time with Auntie Tracy and Nana and Grandpa. She also got to wear a very frilly dress. That didn’t last long. She much preferred the comfy outfit we changed her into after the ceremony.
Oh, and on Saturday she learned a new trick.
As usual, all the photos can be seen at the Picasa site: http://picasaweb.google.com/preston.forman
Madeline Grace Forman arrived at 11:47 a.m. Friday, Nov. 30, 2007 at St. Luke’s Roosevelt Hospital in New York City.
Maddie’s vitals included weighing 8 pounds and being 20 inches long. She had an Apgar score of 9. Tami is fine and everyone should be home Sunday.