As we approach Hazel’s 10th month, she’s growing and changing so rapidly that it’s hard to believe. She never crawled, but it’s clear that walking is just around the corner. The Haze loves to pull herself up and walk around with some assistance. She also wants to speak and communicate. The dada’s abound. Her charm is overwhelming.
Her sleeps have been markedly improved, though we appear to be on an ‘every-other-day’ schedule. One night she’ll sleep straight through. The next, she’s up and struggling. It beats the alternative though.
Oh Hazel. This has been quite a month. Hazel has learned how to raspberry. She likes to give a good *THHHBBBBPPPPT* (pictured) when prompted with one, and when in a receptive mood, which is about the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. She really gets into it.
Hazel interacting so much more with the world around her in general, with those grabby baby hands. She tries to touch and pick things up, get them in the mouth, etc. It’s wonderful to see her start to show real curiosity about her surroundings. There’s a certain scrutinizing look she adopts, like she’s applying a level of deep consideration with a fair smattering of judgment on all that she gazes upon. Just like daddy.
Sleep, though, has been hard. Hazel is going through what they tell me is The four-month regression and it sucks. She’ll go down ok – around 7. And she’ll sleep ok for a while, but then she’s up around 11 and struggling to go back down, and awake every 1-2 hours after that. It’s starting to wear on us a bit, for sure. It’s a good thing she’s as cute as she is. Once we’re out of these woods, I hear it’s all uphill on the sleep front.
I sit and look into Hazel’s big rich eyes as her blinks get longer and longer and her wriggling little body settles more and more, and I am overcome with wonder. I love this little kid so much. I tell her about all of the qualities I think and hope she’ll have. I tell her that she’ll probably be emphatic and sensitive, but funny and sharp. I tell her that she’ll be capable and strong, but delicate and beautiful, like spider’s silk.
She smiles as she falls asleep. That’s how I know she’ll truly be out soon. The work of processing every confusing new experience moment by moment is nearing a close for the day, and she can grin at a job well-done.
We recently had our first day & night away for Kat’s birthday and it was an amazing 9+ hours of sleep. An enormous debt of gratitude is owed to Debra for not only being so willing to take Hazel, but also for so obviously loving her so much. Our hike was lovely in the downpour and 70 mph winds. I’m not sure Hazel would have been quite cut out for it just yet.
Brock and Hazel are bonding. Perhaps he recognizes another warm body to cuddle up to. Kibby loves her so much that we have to pull her away from Hazel because she won’t stop kissing her until we force her to. Roger doesn’t seem interested but he’s probably autistic so I’m not sure he knows how to express himself emotionally to her. They are all going to be very, very good friends, one way or another. I can’t wait to see her bloom.
Our situation is so fortunate that I worry about how much I’ve gained such that I have more now to lose than ever before, but I can’t dwell on it. It’s an unbelievable gift.
We’ve been graced with a few visitors from Lavonne and Dave to my mother alone. Debra has also been an enormous help, and we’ve gotten wonderful support from Maggie and her daughter Tia, all helping to allow Kat to return to teaching classes.
Hazel’s had a month of growth and regression and growth again. Such is the newborn way. She was doing very well with sleep, often eclipsing the five-hour mark in her first rest of the night, and even following it with a three-hour session. Once, she passed seven(!) hours in a single sleep. Of course this was all the calm before the storm. She is now in the midst of a difficult leap and waking just about hourly throughout the night. Mornings bring very sweet smiles and a taunting tongue, though, making the nights seem like distant memories.
She had her first date with Clark, Damon and Michelle’s son next door. I think it went… ok. Little bit of tension, maybe some awkwardness, but that’s how all first dates go. They’re stuck with each other so they better make friends fast or it’ll be a long neighborelationship.