The First Time Mum

Where has the time gone?! Days turn into weeks which turn into months. Peggy is just over three months today and she had her second jabs yesterday. It seems that these certainly hurt a bit more than the first time around! During her first jabs at six weeks, I had my aunty here from the UK and this time Hayden was with me. I am so glad to have some company, it is not nice seeing your daughter scream to the rooftops. Red face and tears streaming. What a thing to watch! But she’s a little trooper and had forgotten all about it after a few sips of milk. She’s also now weighing in at 12.8lbs. Piggy Peggy.

The nurse then did my routine smear test. What a morning this was turning into be! I may have just pushed a child out, but your smear tests certainly don’t get any better, I’m sorry to say.

Peggy has now hit a few milestones which has been very exciting to see. You hear from other people what their children have been up to, but no one really tells you what to expect. I’ve been trying to keep track of each time we notice a change and a progression in her behavior and there has certainly been a lot recently.

When Peggy was first born she pretty much just ate, pooed and slept. Moving into the second week, the poo’s came thick and fast! She began to become more awake and it was noticable how much she would focus on things now. She abosolutely loved flashing lights. I great way to keep her occupied for a few minutes! Moving into two months, Peggy could hold her head up, even with the chubbiest cheeks you have ever seen. Her hands become her second most favourite thing after the flashing lights. They are forever in her mouth which although keeps her quiet, creates a lot more washing from all the dribble.

At three months old, she is extremely chatty. Hayden and I find ourselves ooing and ahhing to her constantly. We are becoming quite proficient at baby language! She can’t yet roll over, but we spend most evenings with her on the floor helping her to learn. The most recent addition to her skills list, is grabbing hold of things. Although she just hasn’t quite worked out how to let go yet.

Last week we moved her from the co-sleeper next to our bed, to a cot in her own room. She seems to love it; we are now quite a few days into her sleeping through the night – 10pm through to 8.30am yesterday! How lucky are we?! Although, my boobs don’t quite agree. Every baby is obviously different though, so for those mums out there with babies not sleeping through the night – it will come, promise.

We’ve ended the day with a lovely walk down the beach with the three dogs. Such a great way to end the day with some sea air.