Before Ruby was born I planned to write about her on the blog. It was going to take the place of a baby book and remind us all of how her little life began. But then I up and caught postpartum depression, and I haven’t particularly felt like writing about her.
For reasons that I won’t get into, I have intense anxiety over her developmental progress. I try to remind myself that every baby is different and avoid any talk of milestones. Keeping track of her first this and thats sort of goes against those efforts.
But I know I will regret not documenting anything. So I’m going to attempt to write a bit of an update weekly. A friend suggested I call it Ruby Tuesday. This is a brilliant idea, but here it is Saturday so I guess that won’t work.
Today Ruby turned 4 months, 2 weeks and 5 days.
A few weeks ago she went to the doctor. She weighed 13 pounds and 15.8 ounces. The nurse rounded that up to 13 pounds, 16 ounces, and I’ve been calling it 14 pounds so people don’t think I forgot my ounce to pound conversion. That puts her squarely in the 55th percentile for weight.
Jason must have slept with the mailman because somehow she’s turning out tall. At 25 inches she lands in the 76th percentile for height.
I’m afraid she’s already taking after me. She certainly seems to have missed out on Jason’s laid back tendencies. Even in her very first weeks of life people commented on how alert she was, and that remains true. She’s constantly watching and studying her surroundings. She furrows her brow and focuses with such intent.
I can no longer wrap her facing me because she has to be a part of the action. She doesn’t like being alone either. All I have to do to get a rise out of her is leave the room to throw a load of laundry in the wash. (Although, I must admit, this is exponentially better than the first couple months when she wouldn’t tolerate being set down AT ALL.)
I absolutely love hearing her laugh. It usually comes about unexpectedly, and can be difficult to re-create. Last night Jason and I were singing Push It by Salt-N-Pepa, and I mentioned to Ruby that that was what I did during delivery. She laughed so I’m pretty sure she understood how clever I was being. Then again, she also laughed the time I told Jason I was almost bit by a dog. So perhaps she’s just making a mockery of my pain.