Emily, you are now 4 weeks old! The picture above was taken by me [daddy] after we gave you a bath. You are waiting to get your hair washed but you were started to fall asleep so I propped your head up a little. This week was my last week at home, and it was also Thanksgiving week.
We had noticed for a while now that you had a thick white coat on the back of your tongue and even though from what we read and what the doctor had told us, it was just milk residue, we wanted to make sure. So, we made an appointment to see the doctor on 11/22/11 to see if it was thrush. Well, wouldn't you know it, you were just a happy baby and it wasn't thrush. The nurse weighed you and you were over 8 pounds! That meant that we could starting putting you in the Baby Bjorn!
Mommy had some trouble carrying you in the Baby Bjorn because your head kept falling forward towards mommy's chest. I think mommy was getting stressed as well because you weren't that comfortable in the Baby Bjorn.
We weren't sure what we were going to do for Thanksgiving since your sleeping and eating patterns were quite unpredictable. However, we decided to go to Uncle Sherman and Auntie Jan's house for Thanksgiving with both grandmas. Your LA grandma came down to stay with us for 1 night and she got a chance to see you and hang out with you.
While you don't look like you're happy in this picture, it was because you didn't like to be sat up like that! While LA Grandma was here, I baked another batch of cookies since they were such a hit the week before with your cousins Peter and John. The Thanksgiving dinner was good, even though you slept through all of it. You still hadn't taken to the car seat and we tried to put you in the Pac 'N Play, but I just had you in the Baby Bjorn the whole meal while you slept. You had more visitors this week. Great Uncle Dick and Great Auntie Maggie came down from LA to visit you the Friday after Thanksgiving.
This was the first time that we realize how much gas you had! It was Great Auntie Maggie who told us that you had a lot of gas by just holding you. The arching of your back and your stretching was mainly because you probably weren't that comfortable with the amount of gas in your intestines. Still, you were quite a happy baby while they visited and you fell asleep in Great Auntie Maggie's arms. She kept saying what a beautiful baby you are!
We decided you needed more clothes, since the ones you had were all short sleeve one-ies and you didn't have enough sleepers. So we decided to go to Old Navy by our house to shop. Little did we realize that the day after Thanksgiving, there would be swarms of shoppers! Mommy and Daddy were so exhausted and tired, we didn't even know what day it was anymore! Mommy got you quite a few outfits, the one that we love the most was the hat she got you. You still don't like to have anything on your head and you didn't really like the hate. But we thought you were so cute in it. One of my favorite pictures [the one on the blog] was taken with you wearing it. Here's another one to give you a different look.
Towards the end of your 4th week, I went back to work. Here's a picture that says it all: I wasn't happy to be leaving you and mommy and I knew that I would miss the both of you during the day a lot.
Little did we know that on 11/29/11, the end of your 4th week would be one of mommy's toughest days with you. Up until now, you were a pretty good sleeper. There were times when you had to be rocked back to sleep, but most of the time, you were content to eat and then fall asleep. But on 11/29/11, everything that we knew changed. You didn't sleep most of the day and you just wanted to eat. Mommy was so exhausted that I even went home during lunch to see what was going on. 11/29/11 will be a day we would call "Doomsday Tuesday", because from that day on, your sleeping patterns changed dramatically. If I remember correctly, from that day on, you had very few naps that lasted more than an hour. And it would another season of worrying for us as we didn't know what happened. The good thing was that mommy's friend Julie is a pediatrician and she told us that between weeks 4-6 would be your most fussy. And boy, were you on cue.
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