Nine months

So, Stella has been outside the womb for just about as long as she was in it. This seems like a big milestone to me and my uterus. Stells (that's not a typo--it's one of our nicknames for her) celebrated her nine-month birthday on Sunday. The occasion was marked with a Waterbabies class (with a… Continue reading Nine months

Lucky seven. (Months, that is.)

On St. Patrick's Day, Stella turned seven months old. I'm pretty sure that means she can get a driver's permit. And maybe even a part-time job. At the very least, she can sit up for long periods of time before the weight of her large head pulls her over. She can tickle the ivories like… Continue reading Lucky seven. (Months, that is.)

At six months, a weight is lifted.

Stella has been weighed dozens and dozens and dozens of times during her six months here on earth. More times than the average Orange County housewife--nevermind the average baby. Many more times than a parent can reasonably expect to endure while maintaining his or her sanity. For close to three months, we went to the… Continue reading At six months, a weight is lifted.

A freakout. A rant. And endless gratitude.

Early this afternoon, Stella got upset and took only 100 mls from the bottle. It was really weird. All my fears and worries came rushing back. Granted, she took around 180 before and after that. But what a scare. I was so upset, I yelled at Cody like a maniac. He was holding her because… Continue reading A freakout. A rant. And endless gratitude.