Ellie is now four months old. A few more weeks and she will have been home longer than she was in the hospital. Even though it was only a month and a half ago, I still look back and can’t believe we actually were there that long. Oh well, may it drift farther and farther away in my memory…
She is up to 13 pounds, 38th percentile for her age. Length, however, is 22.5″, which is only the 4th percentile. She’s a short little thing.
While I’d hesitate to call it a schedule, we seem to have a somewhat predictable sleep routine. Since we are generally out-and-about in the morning, she’ll take catnaps here or there. She’ll doze off in her bouncy seat or on the playmat, or sleep for a little bit while we’re in the car. After we get home for lunch, however, she’ll usually go to bed in her own room a little before her big brother and sister, and will sleep away the entire afternoon. Along the lines of 1-5PM. It’s unbelievable. And even after that marathon nap, she’s very much ready to go to bed for the night by 7. And then, believe it or not, she is pretty much sleeping 11-12 hours straight. Not every single night, and sometimes she’s awake but quiet (whatever, if it doesn’t require action from me, it totally counts as sleeping through). But she literally went from one night being awake every hour or so, to the next night sleeping 12 hours. Unswaddled, for sure.
Ellie is NOT a fan of her carseat. She doesn’t necessarily protest from the first moment you put her in it, and she will often fall asleep once the car starts moving. But if I dare stop to pick up my latte at the Starbucks drive-thru, I will hear her thoughts on the matter. NOT PLEASED. My new method for running errands or hanging out at the park is to put her in the Ergo instead of bothering with the carseat and stroller. Despite the fact that it’s summer and she is a very warm, sweaty baby to begin with, the Ergo seems to be much more acceptable than the carseat.
She is getting a little steadier with head control, and is starting to grab and hold onto things, though not reaching for them. She’s very responsive to people, and the smiles are a little easier to come by, but no laughing yet. We’re working on a regular bedtime routine, and she’s much happier in the bath now that I’ve gotten the temperature right (and am no longer attempting to poach her). She likes her bouncy seat, especially with the buzzing vibration turned on, but would rather not be left anywhere for too long. She is most likely to make happy sounds with her voice when first waking up from a nice long nap, or when you set her down. Once you’ve picked her up, she has less to say. She needs her space, apparently.
She is adored by both of her siblings. Rebecca always wants to help take care of her, and keeps asking when Ellie will be old enough to share a room with her. Daniel’s level of affection never ceases to astound me. While he’s still a typical, wild four-year-old boy who needs to be a little more careful around the baby, he truly cannot get enough of her. It’s a constant stream of hugs, kisses, and a ridiculous-sounding echo of baby talk. I could not have asked for a better reaction/transition from my big kids.