Multitasking

I'm trying to learn to type with both hands while holding a cuddly baby like this.  I'm doing pretty well. This is her favorite sleeping spot and I can't say that I hate it but sometimes I want to get things done and she makes it quite hard.  She is snoring a bit.

Polly is growing so fast it's hard to believe that you can see differences from day to day and week to week.  We took her to the doctor on Saturday and she's gained a pound and grown three inches in eleven days.  I thought her clothes were just shrinking.  Three inches!!!  I can tell she's going through a growth spurt because she's been eating every hour and a half for a few days which can make the nights a little hard.  It's hard to pry myself out of bed for those late night feedings but once I'm up I find myself sitting there and watching her sleep far longer than I should.  I know that this time will be so short and someday I'll miss these quite nights rocking her to sleep.  Sleep seems like a small sacrifice for this short time.

I do have to be honest and admit that I miss small bits of my old life before Polly but these moments are fleeting.  I miss being alone. I miss being around people. I miss sleeping for more than two to three hours at a time. I miss being obsessed with something other than my adorable daughter.  All of that has been replaced with the excitement of things to come.  Nothing compares to the excitement I feel when I check her in at the doctors office as Pauline Davis or receive some bit of mail with her name on it, even when it's a crazy doctor bill.  Pauline.  During those late night rocking sessions I've shed a tear or two just thinking about her name.  While we call her Polly I cherish the opportunity to continue this name in my family and hope that she doesn't hate me for it in middle school.