Aveline
turned four months old today. And I can say that she actually slept
through the night last night, from about 7:30 p.m. until 6:15 a.m. Had I
gone to bed when I should have, I would have been able to sleep
eight straight hours
-- I believe the first opportunity to do so since Avie was born. But,
regardless, I got seven, so that was pretty decent, and felt quite nice.
She is kind of all over the place on her night wakings. Most nights
recently, she has been waking sometime around 2:00 a.m. and then usually
again in the 4:00 a.m. hour. If that happens, I will usually just try
to sleep on the couch in the back room with her from then on. I can get
her back down after the first waking fairly easily, but that second
waking is a bit more difficult. A few things changed for her over our
holiday travel. I had started keeping one of her arms out of the swaddle
prior to heading to North Carolina, and over the first leg of our trip I
switched which arm was out, until eventually I just left her
unswaddled, and she seems to be doing fine with it. Then, when we were
at my parents' house in the middle of our trip, Avie slept in a crib in a
separate room, albeit a room that was only separated from us by a
bathroom, jack-and-jill style. But that was enough to make me feel
comfortable to keep her separated once we got home. Thus, she is now in
the pack-and-play in the back room. Once she is sleeping through the
night on a more consistent basis, I plan to attempt moving her into her
actual crib,
in with Elsa. Elsa seems to like the idea of having Avie sleep with
her, but we shall see what she thinks once we actually decide to make
the move.
Elsa and I witnessed Aveline roll over
the other way, from
tummy to back, on her playmat a week or two ago, but she still does not
roll in either direction on a very consistent basis at all. When lying
on her back on the floor now, though, she does roll onto her side quite
often. She is batting at more toys now and started grabbing and pulling
the little bird that hangs on her carseat over our holiday travels. She
will hold onto a lightweight ring toy or rattle for a few minutes as
well. She laughs when you tickle her ribs or blow on her tummy. And she
is starting to enjoy peek-a-boo. She will look at the pages of a book
when I am reading to Elsa, and she already seems enthralled with the
television (kind of frightening -- Elsa did not give it the time of day
at this age). She still loves the swing, and takes many a nap there, as
Elsa did at this age. And I remember worrying that I was starting bad
sleeping habits, but I have to remind myself that Elsa turned out just
fine. She still tolerates the bouncer for reasonable periods of time as
well, but, really, she is getting quite big for both the bouncer and the
swing, so we shall see how much longer they last around here. Most of
all, though, Aveline thoroughly enjoys watching her big sister. Just
this week she actually started laughing from the swing while watching
Elsa dance around the living room. It was priceless.










Speaking of growing, we went to the doctor today. It was really
just a vaccination visit, of which Aveline received two (Haemophilus
influenzae type b [Hib] and pneumococcal conjugate), but I asked if Avie
could be weighed, and dear Susan, the nurse practitioner, obliged. Avie
weighed in at 14 pounds, 6 ounces (1 pound, 2 ounces up from
her last visit).
I am not sure where that puts her on the charts, but Susan said she
seemed quite healthy. Because Elsa had not yet received the measles,
mumps, and rubella vaccine she was to receive at her three-year
appointment, we decided to give it to her today since she was tagging
along. Susan had the smart idea to have Elsa go first so that she would
not see Aveline cry. That was probably the best route to take; however,
Elsa was just as upset knowing that her shot hurt and that her baby
sister was crying and having to endure the pricks as well. The poor
child was hyperventilating by the time we left the office. But she was a
trooper with her own shot, which she chose to have in her arm rather
than her leg. She sat straddling me, facing my chest, and I hugged her
close as Susan poked her right upper arm. It was quick, and Elsa did not
shriek or cry... until it was all over and I exclaimed, "It's all
done!" Then the tears flowed ("Yay! It's all done [
sob,
sob]!"). And then they came down in buckets and heaves when it was Avie's turn.
Avie's hair continues to fall out. Just look at how much hair
Elsa had at this age
in comparison! And I really do think I see blond hairs taking its
place, but I guess we will not know for certain for a little while
longer.
Aveline is a complete joy. She is such a happy baby. When she cries, you
know there is a need to be met. (Unless she is in the car. Neither of
our children have enjoyed car rides as young babies.) Her smiles are
endless, and are such a breath of fresh air at the end of a hectic day.
And she is cooing and babbling, which is such a delight to the ears. We
could not be more thrilled to have her, rounding out this sweet little
family.