My life is divided into 3-hour increments now. Every 3 hours, my daughter turns into a ravenous monster who can go from giggling and cooing to screaming and clawing at the drop of a hat. Ok, maybe it's not that extreme, but pretty close- although I do have the scratches to prove she can claw. So every three hours, I feed her. And every 2 hours, it's diaper changin' time. And in between those 3-hour feedings, it's tummy time, back play and her new skill: she is learning how to roll over. Doesn't sound like much, but moms reading this now know what 3 hours of trying to entertain an almost 4 month old can do to you. There are times that I just turn the ceiling fan on and hope to god it distracts her for a few minutes while I brush my teeth or go pee. Anytime Jake and I decide to go anywhere, we have to plan 3 hours ahead of ourselves. If we feed her now, we can go get groceries and get something to eat and be home in 3 hours to feed her.
Gone are the days of not worrying about what time it is (what time did you feed her last?), not worrying about what time to be home (gotta be home by 8 to give her a bath and feed her so she is in bed by 9). But every 3 hours, I get to hold my baby girl while she eats and wraps all of her tiny fingers around one of mine and stares at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes. And every 3 hours, I'm reminded that it's time to slow down and enjoy what I have. I know the days of her peacefully drinking out of a bottle in my arms aren't going to last forever- pretty soon she will be throwing her Cheerios at me from her high chair.