Week 4-A month! Our baby is a month old. The wrap arrives. It works! You sleep in it and are warm and cozy. The only problem is I cannot fit you into it by myself. I need someone to place you in it while I stretch out the fabric around you. We take you to the strawberry festival, and you sleep until the very end, but when you wake, it is too cold and windy for a baby to be out and after you eat, we get you back into the car where it is warm and comfortable. I finally begin to relax about your breathing although I still check about every 10-15 minutes. You are now the size of a newborn and strong. I dont ride in the back with you anymore, that stopped at about 3 weeks, because you can keep your head from shaking side to side during bumpy car rides. I do turn around often to look at you, check your breathing and head position. Papa doesnt have a mirror in the back for me to see you so I will often hop from front seat to back while he is driving. In my car, I can see you in the mirror and hold your hand while I drive. You have begun to have gas and it is excruciating. You cry and cry. Papa and I do everything we can think of to ease the discomfort, but it doesnt really work. Our happy beautiful girl is so upset. I cry with you. I change my diet, we pump your legs back and forth, we rub your tummy and change your position. The doctor tells us nothing can be done, but we dont believe him and start asking people with babies what they have done. Also, you have discovered your tongue! You stick it out and roll it around it your mouth. I begin to put you on the funky farmyard playgym and you look up but dont really focus on the animals hanging above. Up until now, you have had the most perfect complexion, but now a nasty rash breaks out all over your face, head, neck and chest. I take you to the doctor and he tells me to put on hydrocortizone sparingly. I put it on once, but then we wait to see if it goes away on its own. You weigh 9 pounds 6 ounces, a far leap from the 5.15 at birth! You are so fussy, I break down and offer you a pacifier. I have two of my own, my mother brings over another two. All in all we try five different kinds; you take none of them. I am very happy about this. Once my mom tries to put one in your mouth and you zip your lips closed. Too funny. Another time, I place one in your mouth and your spit it across the room. Impressive!