Wow.....I know it sounds cliche', but how in the world does time fly by so fast? Miss Layla turned 2 months old this past Monday and I can't believe how quickly these weeks have passed and how much has changed. We are still taking things one day at a time and I'm constantly reminding myself that the best days are yet to come. Post-partum hit me like a mack truck this go-around and I had some extremely tough times. I still have my moments, but things are definitely much better now. We still aren't on a set routine, but things are falling into place somewhat. Typically, I can get Layla down for the night somewhere between 10:00 and 11:00 and she will usually sleep 4-5 hours on that first stretch. After that, she's usually only good for 2 1/2-3 hours, which is, from what I've been told, pretty typical for her age. Due to the post-partum issues I was having, I made the decision to stop breastfeeding and switch her to formula. She made the transition well and I feel a HUGE sense of relief now that that burden is off my shoulders. I'm somewhat sad that I couldn't nurse her like I did Isaac, but things are so totally different with 2 in the picture and I'm confident that I made the right decision. Layla went for her 2 month check-up and shots yesterday and all was well. She weighed 12 pounds 2 ounces and was 23 inches long. She's a little chunk, but I just LOVE fat babies!!! She's smiling a whole lot more now and cooing a lot more too. I have yet to capture a good smile on camera, but I'm still trying and I WILL succeed!
Isaac is doing good too. He has moved up to the 4 year old class recently at school and seems to be doing well. He doesn't have a lot to do with Layla and doesn't try to hold her, but he's constantly kissing her and loving on her, which is so very sweet. I can't wait for the time to come when she is big enough to actually interact with him and to see what kind of relationship they will have together.
As you can see, it's about time to retire the Moses basket!!!
LOVE those chubby cheeks!!
This was taken just last night after her bath. Sometimes she reminds me SO MUCH of her big brother it's scary!!
I can't believe my maternity leave is almost over. I go back to work on November 8, which is a payroll Monday for me. (What was I thinking??) For the most part, I'm looking forward to going back and being around grown ups during the day and getting into some sort of daily routine. At the same time, part of me is also sad that my time with her is almost up. A few weeks ago I was a miserable wreck and wanted to go back to work immediately. I still feel so guilty for having those feelings and wishing away my time with my baby girl, but I keep telling myself it wasn't something I consciously felt, but was the hormones and sleep deprivation taking over. I know this time is precious and I will never again have the opportunity to spend this kind of time with my children. Life is short and I pray for the strength, knowledge, and patience to live each day to the fullest and take advantage of each and every moment I have with these little ones because tomorrow, they will be bigger than they are today and I can never again get this time back. Although my days are filled with many ups and downs, I have to constantly tell myself this phase won't last forever and things will get better. Life is good, but it's also short and I always try to remember and follow the phrase I once saw on a church bulletin board......."Don't count time, make time count"