I will keep this entry short. Here is why: Smilla is finally sleeping. So, it is time for this Mama to go down for a nap as well.
Month 9 was really defined by sleep. Well, lack thereof. I had more sleep when she was 9 weeks old, then now. Mainly, this is due to the horrible teething pains she has experienced every night. How unfair is it, that you are born without teeth and then it takes (in Smilla's case) months of excruciating pain, until finally, one tiny little tooth makes its appearance. Barely visible, yet very sharp. And then, it starts all over again - as this was only round 1 of 20 (!).
I feel completely and utterly sorry for my little one. Additionally, I feel completely and utterly sorry for myself.
So after weeks of waking up several times a night, endless night feedings, gum massage, rocking, singing, co-sleeping, you name it - I feel very much burnt out. Luckily though, whenever my little baby girl wakes in the morning and reaches out for me, blessing me with her cutest smile - I somehow get a new burst of energy, I didn't know was left in me.
Wish us luck, for those teeth to come in soon. The Smith family would like to sleep!
In month 9 Smilla practiced her walking, while holding on to something. Her confidence is so enormous for such a tiny being - and I'm proud and surprised every time I see her explore new things. She has also been working hard on learning how to wave ("winke winke") goodbye. Lars and her are becoming the best play buddies; Lars is chewing on a bone and Smilla tries to get it from him just to wiggle it around in front of his nose (yes, she will lick it - can't leave those two alone!). Besides, "mamama" and "papapa", she now also uses "dadada", which (according to Jimmy Fallon) is the most important of all.
What I have learned in month 9
People say coffee will wake you up - but my go to drug in the mornings is a HUGE glass of orange juice. I officially put "shaving" and "cut toe nails" on my to do list - as otherwise I might just forget all about it in the course of a hectic day. Traveling with baby is much easier than I thought, as long as you keep calm when you are boarding and your little one is crying her lungs out, because she wants to be fed - now! Motherhood polarizes wether you want to or not. I find it harder now to hang out with girlfriends whose parenting style I find odd (of course, "odd" is purely subjective). When you feel defeated and overwhelmed by the goals you have set for yourself (yes, creativity comes with a lot of pressure on oneself...) a conversation with a good girlfriend can quickly make you see what's really important. And on that note, ... I will try and get some sleep in.
If you know the pains of sleep deprivation leave a comment of support for this tired mama. Or, follow our sleepy time pictures on Instagram @houseofsmilla!