Elanor was two months old Saturday. It’s hard to believe that it hasn’t been longer or shorter. On one hand, my life before E feels really distant from where I am now; that it must have been more than three months. On the other, it’s shocking that she’s two months old already-wasn’t she JUST born?!
I can also claim two months of breast milk giving my daughter nutrition. Sure there’s been the 1/2 and 1/2 bottle here or the occasional bottle of formula there, but I can claim that the majority of her nutrition and weight gain is thanks to my breasts. I’m two-thirds of the way to my original goal of 3 months, and that’s something to celebrate. I’m praying that we can soon start breast feeding…she is down to the 22 calories per ounce, so that’s pretty minimal supplemental calories.
Elanor is lifting her head, batting at objects, and vocalizing. She usually has one 5 hour stretch of sleep…not at night, but hey, a 5 hour stretch is a 5 hour stretch. She just, this week, grew out of the newborn Carter’s stuff and is now wearing the 0-3 month stuff, much to my dismay.