When we weighed Kathryn on October 8th (3 months exactly), she was 13 pounds and 2 ounces. That means that in one months, she moved from the 50th percentile in weight to the 69th percentile. I'm not sure how long she is now, but at two months, she was 90th percentile on that.
Listening to peoples' experiences with their own infants, and dire predictions of "you'll never sleep again" or "just accept you'll be wearing spit-up and poop for the next year", I expected a much less pleasant experience. But, ever since I worked through the postpartum depression, I've had a wonderful time being a mom. I consider this a huge blessing from God--not anything I did. Kathryn's been sleeping through the night for about eight weeks. And by "through the night", I mean from about 10pm to 7am. She does not fight sleep, and she sleeps deeply and soundly. We can live our lives normally around her while she does her baby snoring.
And yes, she spits up some, but it's nothing that gross--just a mixture of formula and water that happened to come back up. And I'll spare you diaper details, but it's nothing worse than picking up after the dog. Kathryn doesn't like dirty diapers and loves to be changed. She smiles beautifully--sometimes, from the moment she wakes up to the moment she closes her eyes at night!
She is a happy girl who tolerates everything well. She loves bath time, "talking", music, movement and lights, being on her tummy, trying to sit up--everything is fun to her. So far, I haven't had a moment where she couldn't be consoled, or a moment where she has cried for more than 15 minutes.
I am beyond thankful for Kathryn and how mellow she is, but I try not to get too used to it. I know we will have valleys to go through. And I will love her just as much in those hard times, too.
