Bottle Service

As you probably have guessed from looking at this picture, we have lots of different bottles. Cora is an amazing baby, I have to brag a little...but this girl just does not know what to do with a bottle. Consequently I have collected all these bottles, one by one, in the hopes that I might pop one into her mouth and she will magically start drinking from it. I am looking for the magic bottle. I'm not sure who to blame for this but I was never told that a baby doesnt automatically take a bottle. Some babies do, no doubt, but a lot of babies just cant figure out how to latch on. Cora knows the difference between a boob and a plastic thing trying to take its place. She will sip from the bottle and play with it in her mouth and appear to be pretty interested, but the magic never happens. In the meantime the clock is ticking and I will be going back to work in three weeks and I dont know how she will react with me away from her for 4-5 hours at a time and not being able to eat when she wants. I am a little more worried about Aaron because she will be with him until noon when he will pass her off to me and go to work. He is nervous about not being able to console her like I can. Nine times out of ten a boob in her mouth solves everything. (babies are just like men). All I can do is keep trying and pray that she eventually latches to one of them.
Meanwhile, Cora has gained over 4 lbs since she was born and now looks like she is storing nuts in her cheeks. It is so weird how she looks like a perfect mix of Aaron and I. Sometimes she looks exactly like him and sometimes I see myself in her. I am more than a little bias when I say she is crazy cute. She is always so smiley, especially when she first wakes up and sees a boob coming at her. I think all men would agree with Cora that bottle service isnt as good as a boob in your mouth.

Toots Like A Dude

 

I cant believe it has already been 7 weeks since Cora came into our lives. On one hand it seems like it hasn't been that long but on the other hand it seems like we have known her forever. She now stares into our eyes and it is such an amazing feeling...plus its fun to have someone to have a staring contest with. the last time she was weighed two weeks ago she weighed 8 lbs and 4 oz, which puts her into the 17th percentile range, meaning that 83% of babies her age are bigger than her. She is, what my mother calls, wee folk; or as I like to call her, pocket baby. She cries when she's really tired, pees about twenty times a day, and farts like a teenage boy. She isn't laughing at her farts yet, but she is smiling. She smiles when we kiss her on the mouth. She will open her mouth and let the kiss echo inside and then she smiles really big and opens her mouth again wanting another. We have been trying to get her to take a bottle to prepare her to take one while I am at work. I had no idea how hard it is to try to get a breastfed baby to take a bottle. It seems like we have tried every trick in the book and she doesn't have it down. I go to a mommy meeting once a week and everyone in the class is having the same problem, so at least I know this is normal. I'm not gonna lie though, I really want her to take a bottle so mommy can have a good margarita...or two.

Because Aaron is out of school this summer and isn't as busy, the three of us get to spend a lot of time together, which is so awesome. We try to go for a walk in the morning before he goes to work and then a shorter one with Cora in her Baby Bjorn in the evenings. She loves to look up at the sky and the tops of the Redwood trees. She usually has a very serious look on her face, so who knows what she is contemplating. Despite her serious faces though, she is a very sweet girl who loves to drink milk, sleep on chests and toot like a dude.

 

 

the pinky wave

 

 

 

simply precious

 

 

twinsies