I may have teared up a little last week when Charlotte hit four months old. Whatever, I’d like to see you prove it.
A third of a year went by really fast. I’m sort of afraid to blink because she’ll probably have a driver’s license and be demanding my car keys when I open my eyes (kid, it’s not gonna happen).
Contrary to what my husband thinks, Charlotte is a very easy baby. I’ve been around difficult babies and very occasionally screaming for an hour isn’t a difficult baby. The kid sleeps through the night and mostly cries when she’s hungry. Not difficult.
I know people are wondering how C and the puggles get along. Let’s just say that Rufus has no survival instincts.
They like their hairless puppy. Unfortunately, C likes to play baby bird when Delilah gets near her face. Delilah loves to give dental exams with her tongue.
The big thing these days is managing Charlotte’s therapies. She has a cranial sacral therapist coming in once a week (helps align the spine and pelvis, which seems to be helping her head shape) and a physical therapist coming in every other week. The early interventionist comes once a month. Oh, and the regular well-baby visits at the pediatrician’s office every two months right now along with neonatologist visits at the children’s hospital 45 minutes away. It’s hard to keep track.
I have been making time to run, but it’s much more difficult to fit it in now that I have another human completely reliant on me. I have to get up by 5:30 AM to fit in a two miler before my husband leaves for work (I get up 10-15 minutes earlier for every mile over two). It sounds easy, but when the baby kept you up all night teething, that alarm hurts. I’ve also been having some IT band stiffness, which makes me back off pretty fast. I refuse to be injured. Anyways, running while lactating kind of blows because I’m top heavy, no sports bras fit and I’m always dehydrated. I think I will have a very difficult time dropping my speed before I wean.
It would help if it wasn’t so dang hot this summer. I much prefer running in the winter because it feels less like impending death. We also had insane storms this weekend, which led to MIT (my running group) being cancelled. I did not make up my 5 mile LSD. It was too hot to run once the storms cleared up. And I’m lazy.
The storms rolled in Friday night and knocked our power out three times that night. The first time I panicked and insisted we drive 5 hours to my parents’ house because I had no way to heat bottles and store milk. Once the power came back, we prepared bottles and stuck them on ice and I agreed to stay in town. The power went off two more times after that, but we woke up Saturday with power and have had it ever since. Kind of scary to realize how desperately we need electricity.
The news said 500,000 people in central OH were (or still are) without power. The governor declared a state of emergency. There are branches and trees down everywhere. Our house survived unscathed, but the neighbor’s grill took a tumble along with their patio furniture. Scary stuff.
I don’t want to end on a depressing note, so here’s a happy baby.
It’s hard having a baby this cute. People always want to touch.