Fiona at One Month

Technically, Fiona was a month old last Sunday. She is 5 weeks old today, but it's close enough, right? It's such a cliche, but time really does go by so fast! Especially since I had children since it seems I'm always marking time by their ages and what we were doing when...
No one cares if you're 27 and a half, but 3 and a half makes a big difference, just as six months does opposed to one. So here we are, our first month gone already. I'll report later on how I specifically am doing, but this one is all about Fi.
She still sleeps most of the time but unfortunately her long stretches occur during the day, leaving the night to consist of 2-3 hour blocks in between feedings. Last night was 5 !? with hour and a half intervals because she is congested. She could roll to her side from 4 days old, and has been lifting her head a lot from the beginning as well, but she's getting slightly steadier, slightly less Bobble head-esque. I have no idea how much she weighs since her next appointment isn't until her 2 month check, but she seems to be filling out. Her chicken/old lady wrinkled legs have actually acquired a bit of fat, so she has small rolls finally. She's already grown out of the newborn diapers which I wasn't prepared for due to my experience with Bella's ultra- slow growth rate, clinging to the bottom of the growth charts and barely peaking at 2%.
She still has that beautiful hair and doesn't show any signs of losing it. She has this funny habit of arching her back and throwing her head back in an ultimate stretch that extends even to her lips as she thrusts them out in what appears to be some kind of satisfied grimace. She makes funny little grunting sounds which I have committed to video that sound akin to a lamb bleating. Maybe a lamb with a sore throat, though.
She's still a happy baby, or at least appears so during her brief intervals of consciousness. She does her lambie-grunts a lot, especially when she's thinking about waking up and eating, but her cries are still reserved for times of desperation. It's less raptor like now, and more like a real cry, but as I said she doesn't exercise it too often.
Timm continues to delight in testing just what she'll sleep through as he manipulates her body in various ways, and she continues to put up with it. She's still a fantastic nurser with quite the knack, and so far is proving most of my worries unfounded. Of course she proved my first and primary concern irrelevant in-utero when they told me she was a girl.
She's a wonderful and sweet addition to our family, and of course we fill more full because of it. Because I'm a spaz I still wonder if we're going to have another one, though now is not the time to be thinking of such things. But when that consideration arises I think both our girls will be good propaganda for another.