Well, I did it. I finally left Ana with someone else while I went out. Granted, I only left her with her father, but I was away from her for a solid four hours. Sim was adamant that I needed to take a break from being “The Mom” and go have some fun. So last night I went out to dinner and a movie with some former co-workers while Simeon stayed home with Ana. Sure, I had left him with her for an hour here or there while I ran to the grocery store, but this was the longest stretch yet.

The big deal here was since Ana eats about every three hours during the day, this time frame was to include a feeding. I have been pumping here and there when Ana didn’t eat much or I was really engorged, so I have a stash of breast milk in the freezer (that way we don’t have to give her formula when mama is away) but she has never taken a bottle before. I didn’t know how she would react to the bottle, so I figured it was best to try it for the first time with daddy rather than a babysitter who wouldn’t know all of the little tricks to make Ana happy. Turns out it was a good thing it was Sim and not a babysitter or we may never have been able to go out again!

Sim said she was good for the first couple hours. They just hung out and cuddled on the couch, but then she started getting fussy and he couldn’t get her to calm down. He tried to feed her, but she did NOT like the bottle. I know it is probably an “acquired taste” and she just did not know what to make of it. But that just made her more angry. Sim said she pretty much screamed for an hour straight and he could not soothe her. The poor thing! (Simeon and Ana!)

I kept checking my phone for any text messages during the movie, but Sim sucked it up and didn’t complain or panic once. But he sure was relieved when I got home! Ana of course chose that exact moment to finally drift off to sleep. Girl just wanted her mama.

I have to admit I was quite proud of myself; I did not talk about anything baby related even once while I was out. And yes, it was really nice to get a little break. But you better believe I smothered her in hugs and kisses when I finally got home. I guess a mama needs her baby just as much.

Ana had her two-month doctors appointment today. Here are her stats from the appt:

Height: 23 1/4″ (75th percentile)
Weight: 11 lbs 8 oz (75th percentile)
Head: 39.4 cm (75th percentile)

Ana had several immunizatations, which neither she nor I were very happy about. The poor thing just looked at me, as her eyes filled up with tears, like she was thinking “Mama aren’t you going to stop that lady from hurting me?” Then the screaming started. It took a while to calm her down, but other than that she appears to be handling the shots well. We gave her Infant Tylenol 30 minutes before the shots and four hours after to help with the pain and soreness, which so far has really worked. I am crossing my fingers the rest of the day progresses as smoothly. Other than that, the doctor said she is looking really healthy, happy, and meeting all her milestones. Yea!

Today was a wonderful day. There was much rejoicing and enthusiastic cheering at our house. Was it the fancy footwork of the football players? No way. Was it the clever advertisements? Nope. Was it winning money in a Super Bowl Pool? Not even. It was the fact that my daughter finally pooped.

Ana’s bowels have been a little, shall we say, less than cooperative lately. She hasn’t had a “real” poop in almost two weeks. The last time she went, on Monday night, it was almost pure liquid. Sim keeps mentioning beef bullion. Yuck. So you can imagine we were very excited when her tummy rumbled and moments later I could feel the warmth on the lower part of her back. I instantly called to Sim and we whooped and hollered…and then promptly drew Ana a bath.

I don’t know if it was something I was eating, or if she is just trying to get settled into a routine, but we were really starting to get worried. There is nothing like simultaneously wishing for and dreading something so much. On one hand we really wanted her to poop so we would know she was ok (and so she would start feeling better, the poor kiddo), but on the other hand the thought of six days worth of collective poop is really terrifying. I was starting to wonder if she had evolved beyond us toilet-bound humans and found an alternate way to dispose of her waste. Like maybe she was absorbing it into her system and using it to develop her super powers. Hey, one starts to get thoughtful and creative after SIX DAYS WITHOUT POOP. Alas, she is sans super powers…but thankfully back to pooping like a champ! Wahoo!!

Last night Ana slept for the longest period ever: 7.5 hours. I put her down at 10pm and she didn’t make a peep until a little after 5:30am. It was amazing. The only thing that would have made it more amazing would have been if I actually got to enjoy it. While Little Miss was sleeping soundly in her crib, I was laying awake in bed with a migraine. I woke up around 2am to a blinding pain and nausea that threatened to empty the contents of my stomach. I managed to crawl out of bed to take some Tylenol. After a few hours, and little change in my symptoms, I woke up Simeon. He came over to my side of the bed and held my head while I tried to fall back asleep. The combination of the medication and the lovin’ made it possible for me to feed Ana when she finally woke up. Thank goodness she is a little angel and hardly fussed through the feeding.

I have been having some trouble sleeping lately, and it has nothing to do with Ana. After I put her to sleep, I often lay in bed for over an hour trying to fall asleep myself. Then I wake up before she does in anticipation of her waking up (well, my boobs do anyway). So I am sure today’s headache was just the lack of sleep catching up with me. Of course the cruelty of it all is that sleep is the one thing I needed, and the headache prevented me from sleeping. Lovely, I know. Thankfully my husband was able to stay home with me today to allow me to get some sleep and help out with Ana between feedings. I just hope the next time my little girl decides to sleep a marathon stretch I get to participate as well.

Simeon and I just survived our first soak-the-diaper, up-the-back, out-the-onesie, through-the-sleeper, and all-over-Daddy explosive poop. It was impressive. We almost didn’t know how to get her out of her clothes, it was THAT BAD. We somehow managed to get her undressed and immediately into the bathtub. After scrubbing down Ana, and everything she came in contact with, we were all finally happy (and clean) once again.

All I can say is I am happy she wasn’t wearing one of her cuter outfits, because I think we are gonna have to burn that one.