Growing // Eisley has gone from our largest newborn (over 9 pounds!) to being our smallest infant. But she’s not actually small in the 85th percentile; she’s just a few ounces shy of Talitha’s weight at this age and a few POUNDS less than Zianne, who was super chubby. At five months and one week, Eisley was weighing in at 17 pounds, 11 ounces. She is still in 9 month clothing.
Eating // We’ve given Eisley a spoonfuls of sweet potatoes and rice cereal a few times now. We aren’t doing solids consistently yet, just dabbling in them for fun.
Sleeping // Eisley typically takes a long afternoon nap from 2-4pm (and sometimes even longer). However, she has started waking up early again. She is still sleeping in our room, and I usually hear her kicking in her bed by 6:30am. Thankfully, she is perfectly content to doze and suck her thumb for another hour or so, allowing me to have a quiet time and get Z ready for school before I feed her.
Doing // Eisley is officially sitting in her booster seat and rolling all over the floor. She smiles on command and seems to respond to her name. She is reaching and grabbing items selectively, and of course, chewing on any toy she can get her hands on. She can’t wait to sit on her own. She will crunch her little abs and try to sit up from a reclined position.
Loving // Kicking water over the sides of the bathtub, being held by pretty much anyone, chewing on dolls, eating solids, snuggling with mom in bed for morning and nighttime feedings
Dislikes // When she rolls over onto her stomach in her crib during nap time and wakes herself up
Milestones // Retiring the Solly wrap, the play mat, and swaddles. Transitioning to a sleep sack. Rolling both directions with ease.
When you were just three days old, we took you to church. It was Easter Sunday, and although my body was achy and exhausted and my milk was coming in, I wanted nothing more than to worship God for the new life we have in Christ while holding you – precious new life in my arms. During the service, still riding high on the lingering adrenaline of labor and delivery and completely enamored by your little newborn self , I thought, “We must have another baby. We need four babies for sure.”
Over the next two months that feeling changed. Your older sisters starting showing some angst over having a new sibling around, we moved to a new house, you went through the normal newborn stage where you have to be held at all times. The 3am feedings wore me down. There were many tears in our house. I would joke that someone was always crying… sometimes you, sometimes your sisters, sometimes me. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure I could handle more kids. You were a good baby – actually eating and sleeping fairly well – but the sheer weight of having three kids under age four felt too heavy to bear.
Things smoothed out in month three. We got settled in our new house, traveled a bit as a family, you were consistently sleeping through the night, and taking a bottle easily (after a short strike the months prior). Micah and I began having the conversation again — do we want a 4th child? “Eisley is sooooo sweet,” we’d exclaim as we stared at you sleeping in your crib. “She’s just the best little baby,” we’d whisper over you as you nursed in our bed. Of course, we want another baby just like you.
Now we are in month four, and our conversation has shifted again. Maybe you should be our last baby, for exactly the same reasons we would entertain having another. You are so sweet. Smiley all day, sleepy all night. You laugh at our antics, endure the aggressive hugs of your sisters, and have adapted just fine to having a nanny and taking a bottle on the days mom has to go to work. You love to be held by dad and fed by mom. You are living up to your name, which means “cheerful.” Maybe we should stop on a good note. The best note really. Everyone says you have to have one hard baby. One that throws you for a loop. You are proving them wrong, sweet girl. You are happy and easy, just like your sisters. Why not stop now and show the world that having a difficult baby may be the norm, but there are beautiful exceptions to that rule.
It takes a darling little baby to make us waffle like we do. On the one hand, the thought of having a fourth child as happy and chubby as you sounds like a dream. On the other hand, why don’t we just soak in your sweet baby days and then move on to the next stage of running, talking, potty-trained, school-aged children and experience the adventures that lie ahead for our quiver-full of little ladies? Only time will tell, and until it does, we will enjoy this season our baby Eisley-girl. You teach us to savor and yearn, which is what this life is all about anyway — savoring the moment with gratitude and joy while yearning for a Kingdom yet to come.
Growing // At twelve weeks of age, Eisley was 14 pounds, 13 oz. (95th%) and off-the-charts tall. She will get weighed again at her next well check (which I still need to schedule), but I’m guessing she is around 18 pounds now? I need to move her into 9 month clothes this week.
Eating // Thankfully, Eisley is much more calm when nursing now and she is taking a bottle again. She eats every 2-3 hours throughout the day. It’s strange to think she’ll be starting solids relatively soon.
Sleeping // Eisley typically takes a decent morning OR afternoon nap and then catnaps the rest of the day. She sleeps from about 9pm to 8am each night. Every once in a while, she’ll throw me for a loop and wake up at 6:30am, but she has also been known to sleep until 9am like a teenager. For the most part, I am able to wake up before her for coffee and Bible reading, which means I am starting to feel like my normal self-again after the postpartum haze.
Doing // Eisley started giggling right at three months of age. She likes having her neck tickled and smiles all day long. She is still loving her play mat and it sitting in her baby bouncer less and less. We tried her in the Bumbo yesterday, but she’s still just a little too floppy for it. Our pool is finally warm enough for her, so we’ve taken her swimming a few times this past week.
Loving // Baths, when dad holds her facing out, her play mat, walks in the stroller, being worn in the Solly or Ergo, sucking her thumb
Tolerating// The swimming pool, wearing a life jacket on the ski boat
Milestones // Visited Ga and Pa in Arizona, went camping in Orondo, went on Uncle Josh’s boat, went to Forest Home Family Camp, started laughing when tickled