First off, an apology up front for the generally cheesy nature of this post. But it can't be helped.
Over the past week or so, Hannah has been changing and learning so much that I walk around on the verge of tears nearly every day. It is thrilling and amazing to watch her little mind grow.
Hannah's been sleeping through the night (six hours without waking) since the two month mark. There've been a few exceptions, but on the whole, she seems to love sleeping as much as her mother. She usually nods off between 9:00 and 10:30 and is down until 5:30 or later. The best part being that she then goes back to sleep for a minimum of three hours more.
I realize that I may have just jinxed myself, but I've waited over a month to post this, just to be safe.
Hannah is a veritable Chatty Cathy. She has started yammering on nearly all day. It's adorable. It's beyond adorable. Her favorite "words" are "ah-goo" and "quaaa" (which I believe is French for the sound a duck makes, no?). She also makes a whole language of slobbery zerbt words for her Daddy. I watched the two of them have a FIVE MINUTE conversation last night that was the most miraculous thing I've ever witnessed. I smiled so hard I cried.
Hannah is head-over-heels for her Dad. When he comes home or walks over to say hi to her, her whole face lights up and she beams a great big smile. It's usually followed by some screech or coo of delight.
On motor skills:
We've been making a point of spending more "tummy time" and blanket time with Hannah lately. We'd been avoiding it because of the spit up, but decided to heck with it. As a result, she's piling up the physical accomplishments. She can hold her head even with her body as she's pulled to a sitting position. She can grasp objects intentionally, and she's now learned to bring those objects to her mouth. She can shove herself forward in a head-plow type of crawl when left on her tummy (though this tends to piss her off royally). And she's on the verge of rolling over from her back onto her tummy. I'm convinced that the only thing stopping her is that she really doesn't want to be on her tummy in the first place.
Hey, Andreah, what was the name of that nifty chair you had that Littles liked so much?
Banana is now wearing size two diapers and she's beginning to fit into size 3-6 mo. clothes. Her Godmother just bequeathed us a whole bin of muy chic hand-me-downs, and since Hannah can still fit nearly all of her 0-3 mo. stuff, her wardrobe borders on the ridiculous... as does mine, but in the opposite way.
I am amazed in a daily - nay, hourly - fashion at the way Hannah is growing up. It is such a joy. My poor mother gets far too many phone calls from me as a shove the phone to Hannah's mouth and say "talk to Grandma!" But I can't help it. And thankfully, she not only understands, but eats it up right along with me.
When I think back to how I longed to mother a baby, I remember how I imagined it would be. And I have to say, not even my best imaginings touched on how I feel for this child of mine.
So for those of you out there who are still struggling to bring your babies home - no matter how that may happen - I can promise you, the reward is worth every bit of what you're going through. I promise.