Gunnery

Dear Ava,

One day down, a little over five weeks to go until we can talk to Joe/Daddy again.

He headed out to gunnery with his unit and won't return until sometime in mid-October. Even though he is already over 5000 miles away, it is hard to go from being able to talk to him every morning (night his time) and sending texts back and forth to not being able to talk at all for a while.

Due to his unit's rules, he isn't supposed to use his personal electronic devices (iPhone, iPad, etc.). However, he may be able to sneak us some texts or a phone call occasionally and he is able to check his military email account every so often.

In the days leading up to his leaving we talked on Skype so that he could see us and we could see him. Usually we only get to talk on Skype on the weekends due to the time difference. Even though everyone involved was super tired (in fact, you slept the entire time both times), it was nice to see him and I know he really enjoyed seeing you.

The next time he sees you on Skype you will look so different. Then, when he is able to see you in person a few weeks later you will be extremely different from the tiny newborn that he said goodbye to back in August.  

 I've been sending him pictures of you every day and will continue to do that while he is in the field so that he can stay up to date with how much you are growing. I know it must be hard for him to be so far away from you. 

He constantly asks about you and always wants more pictures and videos of you. 

Only a couple more months until we see him in person!

Sleep...Or Lack Thereof

Dear Ava,

You love to snuggle and sleep while someone is holding you. You look so cute when you sleep that way. However, sleeping in your crib at night is very much appreciated so that I can get some sleep myself.

The past couple of nights you seem to have a hard time going to sleep between 9 PM and midnight. Once that magical time hits you get very fussy unless I can figure out the right combination of nursing, bouncing, snuggling, diaper changing, and noise level. Should I fail at any of those or should the combination either change or your mind change about what the perfect combination consists of, crying ensues.

Once midnight hits you usually drift off into a deep sleep and I can safely get ready for bed and finally close my eyes for a couple hours.

I then can pretty much expect you to wake up and need to be changed and fed sometime around 2 AM (if you fell asleep before midnight), 3 AM, 5AM and then 7 AM. The length of time you are awake during those intervals varies each night.

On the good nights you quickly go back to sleep, which means I can go back to sleep as well. On the much less fun nights, you either only drift into a light sleep and wake up when I put you down, or you stay fully awake and alert for an hour or more.

The past two nights were rough nights.

Two nights ago you woke up around 3 AM and appeared like you were going back to sleep fairly quickly after being fed. In reality, you stayed awake for hours, occasionally drifting into a light sleep where I could put you down but you would squirm and make a lot of noise in your sleep (waking yourself up and not allowing me to sleep).

That lasted until sometime past 6 AM.

Last night you went to sleep very easily with only a minimal amount of bouncing/nursing/diaper changes/noise reduction needed.

In fact, I was in bed by 10:45 PM which is a new record for me. Though you did wake up hungry shortly after that, you went back to sleep very easily after you were fed. You must have laughed at my thought that it would be an easy night.

From 1:30 AM to 4 AM you were awake with what appeared to be gas pains. I felt so bad for you since you would fall asleep only to be woken a minute later crying in discomfort.

Finally, at 4 AM you drifted off while nursing and stayed asleep enough for me to put you back in your crib.

One thing that I can almost always count on is that you will wake up right around 7 AM no matter how much or how little you have slept.

The past two morning were no different. After 7 AM you may drift back to sleep, but only if I am holding you. Should I put you down and try to get some more sleep myself, you will wake up within about 10-20 minutes.

While holding you I am usually still in bed myself. Your favorite activity seems to be squirming your way up towards my neck and seeing how far into my neck you can burrow the top of your head. I'm not sure why you do this since you are usually asleep, but I find it amusing.

As much as I miss sleep, I am so glad that you are here. That fact that you are so adorable, especially in the middle of the night, certainly helps a lot.

Bath Success

Dear Ava,

Last night you have a very successful bath. You almost seemed to enjoy it and amazing did not cry at all!

The success may be due to a number of factors to include a different baby bath tub, a foam bath tub insert to keep you warm, a higher water level, and the white noise of water running.

The bath tub I used in the bath disaster of August 2013 was a First Years Infant to Toddler bath tub with newborn sling.  Both times I used the tub you screamed bloody murder. The sling was cold and awkward to use, the water level wasn't high enough, and overall it was a miserable experience for both of us.

Yesterday I stumbled upon the Primo Euro-Bath and loved what I read in the reviews. One twenty percent off coupon later to Bye Bye Baby it was ours.

Getting ready for the bath and posing for pictures to send to daddy. Grandma F is holding you.

There wasn't a single cry heard from you the entire bath time. I was so proud of you and so thankful for the new bath tub.

Immediately post-bath.

 

While you didn't poop in the bath water this time, you did keep up your tradition of pooping in the towel sans diaper while Grandma F is holding you right after the bath.

I think this was the second or third time that has occurred. Perhaps we should get a diaper on you a bit quicker.

Though Grandma F loves you so much, I am sure she could live without being pooped on regularly.

Since this last bath was so pleasant, I am almost looking forward to your next bath. Maybe it really can be a relaxing, enjoyable bonding experience for us.

The Bath...Oh the Trauma!

Dear Ava,

I would look concerned/wary too if I was the one about to hear THE BATH story. Yes, all capital letters is justified for the title of story of the trauma I inflicted on you that night. 

Your most recent future therapy causing trauma began a few evenings ago on the 17 min drive home from your cousin's house.

Your diaper was quite poopy and you were not at all happy about having to sit in it. Plus, having emptied your bowels you were also hungry, so even after the diaper change you were still upset.

I did my best to change your diaper and feed you as quickly as possible once we arrived home, but I have not perfected (or even tried) the diaper change while feeding technique...if such a thing even exists. 

Unfortunately, there was more trauma yet to come.

After you were fed you had a bath. Not just any bath either. Your first bath in your own baby bath tub. It was also your first bath with me not having any additional assistance.

It started off pretty well for the first two minutes...then, I actually started the bath. 

You did no appreciate having your hair washed and let me know it by crying.

Then you pooped.

It of course was the very loose, diarrhea-like mustard yellow infant poop that gets everywhere. Since you were in the newborn sling in the baby bath the poop mostly pooled in the sling.

I lifted you out and did my best to try to keep you warm while I dumped the bath water, rinsed the sling, wiped you off since you had been sitting in the poo, and then reassembled everything. In dumping out the bathwater into the main tub, however, it meant that there was baby poop floating all over the big tub now even though you infant tub was poop free.

Ignoring the poop filled large tub, I decided to continue on with your bath. The sling was wet and cold when I put you back in it which made you even more upset and scream that much louder.

From then on everything would've gone just fine, save for a strange running water noise I heard coming from the vicinity of the toilet. I had the shower running (not on you), so I just assumed the running water had something to do with the shower and not the toilet.

It wasn't until I was getting out out of the bath and drying you off that I noticed the floor seemed very wet around the toilet. In fact, the whole toilet looked extremely wet.

Sometime during the poop incident I leaned against the handle of the Biffy Toilet Bidet thereby turning it on. Though the toilet lid was down, the water still sprayed up, hit the lid, and then sprayed out the sides of the gap between the lid and seat and onto everything nearby.

Your look of shock and concern is very appropriate. 

Since I knew I already had a bathtub to clean later, I decided getting you to bed was my top priority. Cleaning the poop-filled bathtub and drenched toilet and floor could wait until after you were asleep.

Thankfully, when I returned to the scene of the bath disaster an hour or so later the clean-up looked much more manageable to me.

That said, I completely understand if you were traumatized by the whole experience and later in life join a religious order that abstains from bathing (though I have no idea if such a thing exists). Hopefully the new bath tub I bought you today will work out better for you. 

Double Gold Star

Dear Ava,

You were born three weeks ago yesterday. You seem so much older to me than 22 days because 22 days seems like such a short amount of time. Plus, you have grown so much in the past 22 days.

When getting you dressed for church I discovered that is too long for your newborn sleeper now.

Here you are wearing your first 0-3 month clothes.

Yesterday was full of other firsts as well. By quarter to ten in the morning I had make up on and my hair straightened. Granted, I was not dressed yet, but that is easier to accomplish. In my book that in itself is a gold star deserving accomplishment. 

We also made it to the 11 AM church service almost on time. Instead of coming in midway through the homily (sermon), we arrived during the second reading.

The past couple of Sundays we ended up going to a 5 PM service at a different church because making it out of bed, let alone both of us dressed and presentable in the morning was too much to ask. Double gold start for us making it to the early service!

Even if we had gone to the later service I wouldn't have minded. I am very grateful that both churches have a very vibrant, faith filled community. In fact, the homily from the 5 PM service a few weeks ago has stuck with me. Perhaps I'll write about it later.

You slept for most of the service, but even when you woke up you were alert and quiet.  That is particularly surprising because once we arrived home I discovered you had a full diaper. You HATE dirty diapers with a passion and are usually very good about letting me know if you are at all wet or poopy.

I'm slowly adjusting to your schedule, which means you will likely change it on me very soon. Ah well. It keeps me on my toes.

Friends and Family Day

Dear Ava,

Most days we are fortunate if I am showered and dressed by 5 PM and we make it out of the house for a quick errand by 7 PM.

However, one day this past week we were out of the house twice, with the first time being around 11:30 PM. Granted, showering was not involved prior to that first trip, but I will take what I can get.

Our trip out in the wee hours of the morning (that being anytime before noon) consisted of going to visit our wonderful and amazing friend Angelique and her adorable almost four month old son.

Angelique is one of the most outgoing, thoughtful, giving people I know.

She invited us over for a very delicious lunch just when I really needed to get out of the house for a bit. I had never thought of using zucchini as a spaghetti substitute, but it was really good.

She also volunteered to watch you the next day and made a haircut appointment for me at the salon she goes to when I mentioned that my hair really needed to be trimmed and I didn't know how I would accomplish that anytime soon.

Though a family emergency prevented her from babysitting you, it was so kind and thoughtful of her to offer and I appreciated her help with the salon appointment. Grandma F. stepped in and watched you instead (Thank you!!!).

Later that same evening we went out for frozen custard with Grandma F and all of your aunts, uncles, and cousins on my side of the family. It was the feast day of the saint for whom you have a cousin named and so a little celebration was in order.

I tried to take pictures, but only a couple were even close to being in focus since I was holding you at the same time.

You have a lot of catching up to do compared to your cousin who is five weeks older than you.

I hope that fist of yours isn't because you are plotting how to win the size war, because she is more than likely destined to be much taller than you.

Not that you will be short by any means, but her parents are overall taller than your dad and I. Plus, while you started off wearing newborn size socks, she started off wearing the 6-12 months size socks. Having grown up as the shortest and the youngest of my own tall immediate family I can assure you that it is a bearable cross.