I'm a different mom than I was with my other babies. For good and for bad, I think. Camille is definitely the 3rd child. I bet I could count on my fingers and toes the number of baths she's had. She also spends a good amount of time crawling around on the floor by herself because I'm busy with the house/kids. However, she's luckier than the other two. I've learned some things that have been good for my mothering. She has never had a pharmaceutical in her body, never been to the doctor except a well-check (knock on wood). She's never had anything besides breastmilk, until recently I've given her homemade broth, some cooked veggies, and fermented cod liver oil (which she gobbles up, btw). She co-slept with us until 6 months old, and still sleeps in our room, which I love (she does prefer the crib, though). And she is so fat*, so alert, and like I said so happy. This is big, since my other kids were under the 5th percentile for weight. Levi was negative, actually. She also started crawling 4 months earlier than my other kids. Not to compare or anything, but I really see her as so much healthier. It's our diet, I'm telling you.
The one thing, is she's still a terrible sleeper. TERRIBLE. I don't blame that on attachment parenting, though, I blame it on her reflux. Refluxy babies are notoriously bad sleepers. My other kids as well. With Levi I was so sleep deprived I slept walked off the bed and sprained my thumb (the ER admittance people thought I was lying and Jason had abused me). With Dana I was so sleep deprived I suffered from mild depression on and off. With Camille, though, it all seems to work out. Yeah, I'm tired (she wakes up around 5 times a night still), but it's do-able somehow. (Why am I up in the middle of the night blogging? Because Jason's out of town and I have no self-control to go to bed). Anyway, I did sleep training with Levi, and he started sucking his thumb. It worked like a charm, but with Dana, I had to do it sooo many times, and I believe that was a major factor in her anxiety. Nothing's worth that, so I just accept that Camille's a little baby, and she doesn't need me to "train" her to do anything. So I wake up with her. And when I get her gut turned around, she'll fix herself. I know, sounds like a fairy tale, right?
Okay, she's not smiling in this picture, but I think it's funny how we go places, and I have all these pictures of the big kids, then I realize Camille is strapped on me, and I should probably document that, yes, she was there, too. So I turn the camera around. We went to Disneyland when she was a couple months old, and I bet we have less than 5 pictures that actually show her face :) She was just tucked inside the wrap sleeping the whole time.
This stage makes me laugh so much. I remember it well from when Dana was a baby. "MOOOOMMMM! Camille's getting the train! Stop Camille!!!!! AHHHHHH! She's coming!!!!!! MOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!"
I love my Camillie. She has her daddy wrapped around her little finger. She does all of us. The kids adore her to pieces.
And I just had to include this one of Jason with the distorted setting on the camera. Ha ha.
*I thought I should include, after my post about saturated fat, that Camille is fat, but I am at my regular weight - the weight I was when I got married, and the weight I've always been except while pregnant. And I eat a lot of real fat :)
*Also, nothing against skinny babies. I actually love them, and think it's adorable. But at least for my kids, I think underweight was a sign of malnourishment, despite exclusive breastfeeding.